This world an empty vacuum
This world a lonely existence
The emptiness, the void, the lies
Imagine this world in a maze of blooming missiles
Where would I be , lost amidst.
I am gone, gone
But I'm still looking
I am aware and I'm thinking
of everything possible and impossible
Do I stand, sit, run or be transfixed into space
The sound of traffic sounds like something is happening
A true page-turner, Jeff Ovall’s futurist work of fiction peers into the history of a world not yet realized, yet ominously closer than most could imagine. A time in which the past has been reborn and humankind, in all its glory and misery, has final
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