Heavens eaten in the boil of afterlife
Swirling prayers fall into a horizon
of silent swinging nooses
Fusive spinning globes burn to supernova
as atoms shift to sarcoma
like concussive displays stitched to nether
and the tow of collapsing density
The push and pull of inherited universe
Like tides between before and after
The black beneath the bending lights
and burning wheels, echo its tangled strings
Like the wretched churn of fallen miracles
and the throes that follow as deafening storms
beseech the silent, unseen gods
What of the certainty of starless aeons?"