If the Sky Were To Come Down

Stardust falls from broken skies the moon hangs on a hinge ready to collapse, ready to break heaven bleeds from within some say the sky is falling clouds crash up above thunder laces trying to be the seam that holds it all together. Stardust continues to fall black chips of night sky drip down behind the sky-- dark matter upon the ground that gaping blackness it is suffocating, suffocating --i can reach up and grab the sky but my hand meets nothing clouds now crash into the ground. Where will the angels sit now? Will they come falling next? The moon sinks lower, she is too heavy they sky can no longer yield her up no more thumb tack stars to keep her in place they've become glass on the ground. She sobs at her loss. Stardust is still trickling from someplace up above it is empty now, so empty blank vast expanse there is no such thing as a sky. Can neither feel nor touch the heavens fell to below darkness settles to the human eyes blind and groping outward nimble hands go trying to find in the darkness some piece of heaven left. Stardust falls from broken skies the moon hangs on a hinge ready to collapse, ready to break heaven bleeds from within.