And God Cries

by Joseph P. Stain

Variation withstanding, colors copulate, prostrate for Him, shout out for Him in the twilight of the night,

And days turn soaring orange in blank stares upon the sky, why O why,

And timbers collapse,

And round towns of green gold and putting monetary value on depreciating souls,

And God cries,

And left on the three fifteen for massive black holes, and dormant twirling stars idle by,

And dust kaleidoscope of color disc revoltingly thrown through panes of broken painted glass momentarily suspended…