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awakening before the sun this april morning i opened my girlfriend's laptop and began researching the extinction events of the Cretaceous Period no more than an hour into my studies I realized I was wholly unable to leave the house so fearful was I that I retreated back into our bed pulling the thick down comforter over my head and lay there shivering and lonely awaiting asteroids in my solitude and feeling fragile against infinite destruction and regeneration but still hopeful for survival

i found out today that 1983 the year of my birth was on the chinese calendar the year of the boar i'm not sure how to feel or how i should respectfully react to my acquisition of this information it reminds me of an italian dictionary gifted to me by my friend, the poet on my 24th year. so i consult the O.E.D: boarish- (adj.) of or like a boar; swinish inclined to neither disgust nor pride i sit wet-haired and chubby hapless at my trough the son of swine

for a moment i felt a great rush of energy thick as a thousand cattle pushing a feather downhill i felt the rush and the push and like a fool let it deter past resigned to complacency in the study of greatness i was so young then so full of waste

the fox coils his wicked body around the globe drinking of the oceans feasting of the land his tail smothers continents in it's serpentine chokehold pirate ships set sail through the unending night growing more determined and vengeful as the darkness refuses to concede on one thin slice of earth unencumbered by shadows a small boy sits with his sister building radiant castles from the sand still illuminated viewing the sun in its final eclipse and understanding his libido for the first time he walks naked to the water as the sky opens wide and the horizon is swallowed in this cool digestive rush the last man the final woman together for the only time met their chilly end