end tomorrow by fire,
let's watch the fireworks
from a beach.
If it's going to end by snow,
let's climb a mountain
and wait for unraveling
for the spectacle.
Either way,
I'll handle the logistics.
You curate a playlist.
The wake of our doom
should be a spectrum
stretched between-
"No alarms and
No surprises", and
"Your lips my lips.
Apocalypse"-
Radiohead to
Cigerettes After Sex..
whatever filled the void
within us- Fire to fire,
ashes to ashes-
Dust is all we were
but atleast, music
got to us first before
fate could.