When Heaven Falls Upon Us
golden corona,
pellucid liquid,
ink shots and
disembogued cosmos,
stellar flashing
dissolute where
all that surrounds it
seems posed,
pouncing inward,
to collapse on itself
When heaven falls upon us,
wreckage and waste will swell where they may,
tearing the world apart in a tempestuous sway,
and all of now will
crumble away,
crumble away,
and all of now will
crumble away.