Quaquaversal

Quaquaversal 8/30

1.
In the black soup of space
the viscous swirling soup with the milk strands
threading and braiding

The pin pricks of light
popping through the curtain
shining shafts of heat to the core of the universe

2.
A small place
opens its eye
and radiates
hot waves

3.
And

the edges peel from their stays
a flower withering closed at night
paper in a fire a microwave

everything pulls in
every finger recoiling from the flame

4.
All light is lost

Every face turns together

And stares into the abyss