Comets tare through,
Incongruous, and rude,
The fabric of the cosmos,
As I lie beneath this fleeing void.
Exists possibility -- so they say --
That one of these raging careless boulders,
Will plunge itself into our beloved celestial being,
Creating angst, chaos, death.
The displaced man (or rabbit pounding rice patty)
Floats peaceably in place,
Ignoring the brilliant display,
Illuminating at no charge,
Undiscerning and tranquil,
Baring the hidden devils,
Who lurk in dark spots,
Confounding men with devious designs.
...The Silent Crescendo
Humbly announces Its approaching ascent...
The reckless faint unwillingly.
The trapped man bows to his source.
All reality in accord praises
Its gold casted sanctity.
All but I....
I awake to urgent pants.
I, terrified, scramble from the sheets.
I, with hands entwined, watch as the dial upon the wrist halts!
I, petrified, stare as His apex is met, and His release gives way to madness…
And I… I remember this night,
When this Stellar Giant, this Slave to the sky
For all life —exploded—
And we — bewildered and betrayed — were ripped apart….
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