QUAKING worlds embracing breaking,
Under crowds of ashen suns,
Implode to singularity
Nearest our beloved: void
Impaled with clocks, cubes, and a bomb
Atomic and in critical mass—
Jazz croons our sacred hymns
Enmeshed in asymptotic hugging
Nights crawl, unknown as willed
In God’s favorite town, undimmed
Crashing central into that one
Arid wasteland called a heart.
