Behold -- eternal damnation
burns
towards you.
A second of comfort, hand outstretched,
cupping,
               cradling ****** constructs
your eyes remain void; fresh and yet frozen in time -

-- in space;
in memory.


The flashes, the strikes
-- the burning yearning agony;
the sharper the breath the blunter.

The penetrating throb -
the dismal brightness before you,

comforts --- cradles.