Ripples of fear soar

to form rogue waves.

 

Cells leak uncertainty.

 

Cue the short circuit.

 

The chaos gives cover 

to the cronies of Time.

 

So they coalesce 

to resurrect every 

fleeting thought of Death,

as they compose

their master's magnum opus:

a cheap pastiche

of a prince's 

"To be, or not to be"...