Defying Prophecies

Not even the noise of alienating deafness will hinder it,
less the armoured blindness of closed eyes,
nor the banality dressed with borrowed days.

Later on, long way off, further away,
distancing its proximity by decree,
distracting the celerity of tomorrow made yesterday.

Arrives through the back door without knocking.
Elegantly invisible leaving visible devastations.
While the last chimera is embroidered on melted stone.

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