It gazes
up, up, up
at electric blue skies.
Inhale, exhale
purple clouds of phosphorous.
Witness royal violins gently weeping,
For their players charring within the flames.

Bits of eternity escape their eyes and mouths.
Incomprehensible present horrors.
Seamstresses sew sutures.
Inhale, exhale
Error ceases to exist.
up, up, up
It gazes