Zenith, Nadir

Last night the stars came

Last night the stars inhaled deep drags of the ash-laden sky

Last night the stars flitted playfully,

pollinating the moon

And the moon wept

melted, sugared gold

And my mouth hung wide

Begging

Praying for celestial fits to rain down my throat

Crying out for phosphorus honey-beams

And as the light dropped from the sky

I waited

Ravenous

Until that first drop

And that first drop

That first drop is hellishly beautiful

Liquid crystals

dripping off a sticky-sweet, molten orb

aglow with brilliant sentience

And I drink it down, hungry

And I drink it down, aching

And I cannot get enough

Until I bleed it dry

Until the sweet turns sour

Until I drain the light into glistening shadows

Into unholy pools of darkness

Until I fill it with desecration

And the aqueous floods are bitter

And they fill me up, briny

No warmth, only distance

And my hands grasp anxious on empty air

Spun-sugar oceans now at a darkened low tide

So I corrupt the sky

And it falls across me, weightless

And woefully I realize

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The honey-moon’s over