The world is dying, so says the prophet. Internal.
The rush of change flows through the veins of the universe.
Change is, God is, we are, all else is irrelevant.
The hourglass studders as the last grains of sand make up their mind.
Change their mind?
The universe is completely unfolded, manifold consumed by stretched flatness.
Two dimensional; Platonic nothingness.
Rips at its seems, rejects its own rules.
Meaning, exile, receives asylum from the hereafter.