Standing at the Edge

The veil between the worlds wears thin and fragile;
The cracks are beginning to show,
And as they roll out the dead
Passions run high and deep...
The world is at once larger and smaller than you imagine.
Each tiny thing looms epic,
While the great tragedies feel like a simple degree of density.
I don't know whether to pray or drink;
If I should be letting go or fiercely holding tight,
Stockpiling cans and drinking water,
or selling everything I own.
I am standing here, in this moment,
watching the apocalypse unfold--
laughing and crying
At the same time...
I can't imaging being anywhere but here.