Stars falling like burning hailstones.
Not one wish formed
From the ashes below.
Earth stretches and yawns; scratches
A continent finally
Free from fleas, then
Returns to solitaire sleep while
Epochs enter into aeons
Before the itching
Ever so slowly begins again;
Species rise to reign in the usual
Pre-apocalyptic illusions of
Meaning, denying being merely a
Planetary slap away from a crushed
Stain of the blood it once ******
I never feel as in place and balanced
As when my insignificance looks me
Dead in the eye. And winks.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Stars falling like burning hailstones.
Not one wish formed
From the ashes below.
Earth stretches and yawns; scratches
A continent finally
Free from fleas, then
Returns to solitaire sleep while
Epochs enter into aeons
Before the itching
Ever so slowly begins again;
Species rise to reign in the usual
Pre-apocalyptic illusions of
Meaning, denying being merely a
Planetary slap away from a crushed
Stain of the blood it once ******
I never feel as in place and balanced
As when my insignificance looks me
Dead in the eye. And winks.
