The Universe In Me That Cried

At the pain-struck point of passing the universe in me that cried of loss imploded every star and moon until a meteoric cross was borne upon my back. At the dawn of dark despairing the universe in me that cried denial shook forgotten childhood roots, cranked the grief and all the while let light succumb to black. In the echoed eves of emptiness the universe in me that cried so numb evicted nearly all my faith and tapped upon a funeral drum that almost beat us both. In the latter leap of letting go the universe in me that cried her name, embraced of all she ever was, from pure love salvation came and prayed for my re-growth.