Future of Our Fears
The sky falling, crumpled beneath a russet cloud,
shrouded by shadows swaying with the dusty flow of gases.
Blackest darkness without promised whispered rays of sunlight,
absent of visible light shifting, fading into nothingness.
The surface crackling, popped burning, mottled with brash shards
and coppery incandescent flakes simultaneously freezing and melting.
Rapid oxidation oscillating turning uncontrolled, removed from its center.
Chilly coldness surrounding scorched voices unhearable and unheard.
Echoes succumbing to the silent gravitational waves of space.
Upper-atmospheric lightening eerie and unsettlingly beautiful.
written 9/06/2020
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2020
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