dipped deep oil-pots, brushed infant spheres,
cold explosive dwarfs into being?
Only their mismeant notion onto subtly insufficient canvas.
echoes in a seamless void,
giving eternally, consuming nothing,
hinting ancient birth, defying death
or enveloping cold?
Falling, crashing dismal heights to glorious rent ground,
careening like a tumbling Lucifer to rip through waiting Earth
and reach its cousin core, create damnation and fire by its own heat.
Stand a guard over Eden, search all ways
and wave an infinite blazing brand of star-stuff, Salvador;
consume eternal things into a single point by your collapse,
tear the curtains of God's space and find in dissolution
meaning, or a portal to some brighter place,
and I will follow every pathwayed creed
to realize where you are.