A jagged angle of

Brightly lit boulders

Shatter against each other

Imploding upon impact with

The exterior castle wall of the atmosphere.

 

Claw marks twist and screech

Silently against the navy

Blue voids of thought and

Only crackling lightning

Could understand why.

 

The burning static

Stacks, above your

Roof and your attic

It’s tragic and pretty

Cool to look at them.

 

Apollo’s Chariot neglects

Those who can’t bask

In the attention of his light

So the dark displays to us its

Scars, for only a microsecond.

 

Look up

Above your scalar skull

To the supersonic hellfire

Combusting through salvation’s front door

You can’t appreciate the direction.

 

Spastic velocity

Accelerating at rates unheard of

Because stars don’t make stellar sounds

That we would want to observe with our eardrums

They create constructive thunder when they crash.