Rapture
They shuffle past,
eyes closed,
somehow avoiding
curb- and light-pole mishaps;
the last notes in
abandoned journals
all refer to “The
Singularity;”
are they dreaming a
shared nirvana?
Will survivors
notice attrition by starvation?
One stumbles, falls,
doesn’t move again,
other trudgers pay
no heed,
moving unsteadily
but without cease;
their travels seem
brownian,
evince no regularity
or purpose.
I keep expecting
some manifestation,
some intrusion into
the world,
justification of the
term Singularity,
not just these empty
shells.
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