THE COUNTDOWN LINE
At ten, someone pulled the starter cord.
At nine, the dark sky died. At eight, the
girl in the big white dress was dancing.
At seven, we realized there was no longer
any light. 'As it should be,' someone said,
'the sky's gone out.' At six, everything
began getting smaller. At five, a strange
hole opened up sucking everything in.
At four, there seemed so little sense.
At three, even I couldn't go on.
At two, everything entered a
silence. At one, all things
were truly gone.
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