The sky was yellow and there were versions of the sun roaming
Electricity flicks through my ears it all cares little for my animal fear
The sky was intense violent where so many sisters of the sun shone
Run away slips vibrant through my brain the mechanisms of life wonβt allow me to remain
The air was passive in that moment before the balance of sky broke
That moment was most of my own existence but little of me matters in a brilliant indifference
I was some carbon one-tenths hydrogen more oxygen where she begins everything
Composed entirely of one explosion when I couldnβt oppose a single implosion
The ground was shaking and there were vapors becoming of all that was stone
Plasma drifts by my tears it so cares not that I disappear
All the clouds soup or already belonged to her- I am not a witness
I am a passage through her cycle of embers The critical atoms in her final center
from may 28, 2022 poem from the past a day #45 third in a four part series a minimal thing describing the end of the world. thematically, not really connected to the other 3 poems around it, but the fourth poem will have a light storyline that allowed this one to slot right in. perhaps now things are beginning to make sense. more later.