This poem was inspired by nightmares.
dreams slow
blurry
distorted
amorphous black
celestial hands
rupture this fragile firmament
our pale sky leaks
nefarious black
first crack
thunder
a thousand bleeding pinhole eyes
puncture this flimsy veil
each streaks mill
lambent yellow
drowns the ants below
moon drops
second crack
dome shatters-
after this exists none
yet every direction is unlocked
every detail tickles
a garden of tongues
caress this violated crown
laps its meridian
mangles its meaningless fangs
in the fickle fabric
then tears it all away
inside shrink the diminutive soul
that folds into infinity
and eats itself whole
fir-ma-ment
noun the heavens or the sky, especially when regarded as a tangible thing.
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