...into the blue sky and watch the tracer upward tip hesitate and turn toward earth Split apart in the widening billows of a scream One that took the whole world down with it
“You-- who have mounted to the sky will be cast down with great violence You, the golden cup” set down
I am burning up at 103 Toss in the arid sheets Chafed flushed cheeks and lips against this living pillow Desert Hallucinate Can't get a GPS on where I am or a decent read on what's the time But most of all – what just happened?
I toss and wake to slivered light coming from another room Hear the whispers See their vacant faces Must have walked into the den Feel their shivers hush my questions
Between the aisles of candlelight and murmured prayers I'm walking Still in my right mind
“It's on the screen” for all to see without electricity