the ashes rise from the rubble.
dust is a practical weapon
one that burns the eyes of those surrounding
and creates the thinnest of air
in which our lungs reject it.
we are left in darkness.
the stars are significant
when their collisions create
the brightest catastrophes
we would ever know.
and when it is
a search of light that i
wander for,
it is to the sky
that i seek