Hit and run off into the sun
clutching our mobile devices
we held the rights of spring
a little early that year
to avoid co-incidence with planetary distraction.
The latest apocalypse just around the corner
an elliptical orbit incapable of achieving right angles
thus science could not save us
nor despite our self-flagellation and frantic sign language
neither could religion.
So we went a little mad threw a party
a worldwide celebration of a world soon ended
it all kept spinning right up until the end
at which point we felt compelled to start it up again
endless cycles spiraling through our DNA from the get-go.