Things shoot through in bright fragments
– As each one dies others frolic in their glory
And this world we used to know
Shifts perpetually, beating
Its heart in arrhythmic reversals that
Oscillate like odd thoughts
When the brain stops, its tremors
Our last vision: a glimpse
Across the drabness of that cold bright light
And our dead welcome us in.

A last cold single light
Burning like the ace of diamonds
Will pass, lost
Into all our dark.

These fragments drop like bright powder
Like worlds from enervate fingers.

I have lost this ace of diamonds.



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