"make all the cold trees mourn
their branches frozen in sightless
motion
waving, reaching
for the whipping rain
there was silence
and the firmament withdrew
revealing all
shapelessly
and swiftly
...ever so swiftly...
in carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky
the relics of myths that exploded and died
dismantle the sun and the stars in their rise
and rend from the skyline the black in our eyes
the skyline so empty
all but one
nonexistent
words were not, nor gesture, thought or life
the skydancers laid slain and old
the firmament
in perpetual withdrawal
