A tsunami of dreadful tides of fear in despair,

So certain of unavoidable demise

That the inner doubt,

In its mad shouts,

Beyond any hope or help,

Living a drama, a pay, while we may.

And are we the pretenders, delusional sad things,

Creating fate, talking of free will, imaginimg a nature of a human being.


None so far from a substance engulfing us eluded, US, ou nature, precluded.