Thor

Slowly let go Sinking downward spirals demon-heavy The embrace of a vaccuum It ruptures briefly and subsides A cataclysm and ever sedulous The global fragments stick as sequins Heavy ashen as marble and flecked with underworld The sky folds as an envelope and everything is safely tucked without To push oneself forward with assiduous aspiration With a far right walk of the didactical rites and ever indefatigable Slightly it breathes, choking on shadows equal to a new born Fragile as matches it effervesces heavy as a golden skull Solemn as a raincloud approaching as Thor The sudden crush and several red tears, droplet by droplet Take me to the vultures where I weigh my golden parasite The dull luminescent skull under Thor's mighty embrace