There was this tiny warp collapsed the sky,
stove the stomach in. This, not to trifle with,
brought to heel the ambient usual,
filling space where it might most matter:
there's a blind eye between us, fluent
smut just off-centre —
Such times, with unmitigated satire,
intensified the small thing keeping step,
a full tilt orchestra
pursued the inclusive chord, ratcheted its din
to screaming point, lugged away cloud.
A fiery babe revealed.
You'd come that close. But then the revealed
will draw down subfusc
In one sense, a whitening disk.
It couldn't settle, finally. A dropped
screw pulverized the milky filter. I see.
Lightning will have assailed me in my cradle.