When Heaven Falls Upon Us
the sun eclipses
its sonorous display,
smudged out by the
approaching shadow
of the moon
an impenetrable darkness,
an incomprehensible dusk
settles over the starlight,
sifting it toward the horizon,
fizzling it in a flat shimmer
on the rising sea
floating iridescent splatter—
the hologram of fading light
washes out from beneath
our swollen feet,
calcified
plate glass
I tap, tap, tap
gasping for what glows
under the gauze skin
I'm sinking in,
tumultuous
oceans corroding
the glimmer that
permits a halo—
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.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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