Saturation

Saturation reached

Every remaining warning

Unheeded, unheard

Trace back through the years

Find when the last plea was heard

Then calculate curve

Lines curve to and from

A juncture of no return

Veiled behind plain sight

When The Threshold of

Maximum Wickedness chimes 

It never chimes "now"

For none witness it

Not in any direct sense

Nor more than a glimpse

Count it a mercy

When seen from any distance

For God has saved you

Even the approach

That slow asymptotic crawl

Could (destroy/ensnare) the soul

So with last warning

Air gains familiar crispness

Something like a dream