The Sun Cries Asunder! to Cinereality

Oh gloomy child, trodding slump-shouldered

Gooey tar ooze from some crevasse in his chest

That sickly treacle glomming to puddles in prints

As stone warps and wilts beneath this fell haruspex

Concrete cathedrals scratch hoary horizons

 

Oh gloomy child shift to the skies,

For the imminent screaming of the sun to inundate aurals

This landscape, not so sere as it seems;

No more are varying tones pushed aside

or anatomical minutiae insurmountable walls.

Nor do the necrotic tendrils of disease and metastases

Slithering and branching and burrowing stand deific

For chemical monoliths slaughter them wholesale.

The glacial pale of winter now barely a pittance

As we recline within buttresses of insulation

Rivers of tame lightning veining architectural interstices.

Since the passing of nineteen palindromic malefactions decline

Streets no longer rinsed in plasma or incarnadine floods.

 

Oh gloomy child turn your gaze

To that glossy glisten glowing glimmer gleam behind the clouds

Dandelion effervesce to sunder the slate and congeal the pitch cavern in your chest

For some new arboretum to blossom there

Ripe and fresh; bursting with golden sap.

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