Meteor
It’s interesting to stare into the heart of the flame,
To be enraptured within its finality, enthralled in its beautiful destruction.
The crackles and smoke of decaying permanence reflecting the chaotic symphony,
The cacophonous sound around you.
The foolish ignorance. The scolding rage of seething
Emptiness within submersion.
Language cannot determine madness or comprehend in a logical state of mind what
Insanity truly is. There is never enough room for comprehensibility.
Never enough
Vowels,
Consonants,
Moments.
Never enough
Logic.
So,
Wielding its throat as an axe, it breaks down its own door.
The body, a battering ram, to crash into its own being, into its own soul. Forming a hole
So deep, so visceral, so all-consuming, that even the light, a guide, begins to disappear
Within the implosion of self and understanding. Lesions and fractures force itself to concave
And crumble under the leaden weight of its own misunderstanding,
Its own psychosis.
A porous tear.
An eviscerated dignity.
Language cannot comprehend the moment when a meteor hits and the world is evaporated into
Nothingness.
Without a core,
Without a structure,
Without humanity.
