With the Setting Sun Dropt

A comet blazes
From the zenith
Down the depths of night
To smash and scar the ground.
You are gentle slopes
And prairie valley
Under avalanche
Of morning star.

As if between conveyor belt
And pounding piston,
I can spy a glimpse
Of glistening,
A violent split revealing
Darkest paradise.

Your eyes glow hot,
The wettest slits of warmest blue,
The ocean sizzling round a fallen fire.
You breathe,
The shaking of a tarp
Within the mounting breeze,
Your rain flings streaks
Beneath you.

Take me down below
Your wild cosmic storm.
You sling the devil in me.

- 7/8/25

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