2028, the flooded sky came
& granted us this last hour
where before the end, i could have this making
→ one peer at the edge of what could have become
the comet arrived in 2028
it fell to its knees on my doorstep
but i had always been punishing myself for what you did
i made it early to the combustion event
the stars and i spoke of ancient things:
each flower burnt to a small oblivion
its kindling dancing towards me
into a tenable oblivion
with the burning embers
your warmth again
your forgiveness
your looking
your touching
your wasting
your needless
your nothingness
razed boys at the altar
as an early offertory
nothing the city remembers
any making of history
into a sunken year
history made itself
in a deconstruction of matter
to end a timescale
gives good people childhoods
another year of moss
a pen bleeding out in a year
re-runs of the same
absolute purpose incarnate
at the same place of tears
a war was waged here
now i skip rocks on it
on a forefather's blood
where new species come
when endtimes come
seconds after destruction
before the end of extinction
one last communion with you
where belief comes from belief
