A Universal Catastrophe (yet to come)

And then, the sky fell.

Shattered fragments of a once celestial being,

as profound and magical in their colors and shapes,

graffiti the heavenly body above that encapsulates our small, little Earth.

Spitting out as fanatical fireworks on a warm July summer’s dawn,

though, in a lightshow of a stupor of what I had thought was just a foggy morning’s

mirage,

those stars collided - what a cataclysmic boom!

And the universe collapsed inside of itself.

And as the Moon’s cascading glow had dimmed just mere minutes before,

now the shimmering radiance from the Sun happens to be obscured –

hidden behind dark veils of falling celestial dust

right

down

onto us

as if one final desperate cry to be saved from the crumbling of eternity.

Time and space are no more.

Creation and existence only seem to be nothing more but calming thoughts.

Secrets and passions shared between the Heavens and the Earth

echo unspoken dreams

that once built the vast expanse of such a universal energy.

Hold my hand, dear friends, and my foes –

a numbing shatter of a reminder

of just how fragile

is the nature of existence.

For in the aftermath of a celestial catastrophe,

we all become the darkness

of uncertainty.

And then,

the sky was swallowed up in the inescapable nothingness.