Farewell 2012

The sense of awe over the sheer 
immensity of the proposed prospect
of this profoundly complex and
busy world we have -- suddenly
running out of time and place to
continue its existence -- finally
after a plenitude of earlier
assumptions and dark, stark
guarantees of collapse through a
sinister agent not quite yet revealed,
has many seekers-after-truth
concerned and preparing themselves
for the final send-off.  Saying their
farewells and presumably their
prayers as well, through the rapture
of finally getting it right as some
rogue comet or asteroid collides,
or an undetected black hole sucks
us into dark oblivion and closure.
On the other hand, those who blink 
in incredulity at the asinine fervour
with which doomsayers cling to 
the finality of Doom may feel free
to select their own favoured scenario,
eschewing dystopian psychosis to
continue welcoming each fresh
new year as it arrives at the portal
of eternal time, fulfilling an
entirely other destiny, sans
the gloom, the yawning void.