What if the world really ends today ?

The obnoxious ferocity of treading time,
and the paradoxical notions of life.

The thumping glory of highs,
and the chagrins that curtail 'em.

The alacritous touch of lover,
and the fiendish loathe.

The evanescent laughter,
and the recurring melancholy.

The gargantuan bliss of birth,
and the enigma of epitaph.
--
This is how it runs.
It heaves, it lows.
This is how it ploughs.

A humongous circle,
an unending miracle,
a ship,
that will never scuttle. 
--
But.
But.
But,
what if the ends split up,
what if the miracle ceases,
what if the ship scuttles,

what if the world ends today ?

A cataclysm,
Fulmination in countless pieces.

What if world really ends today ?
"Carpe Diem," i say.