The heavens they say are falling
Billowy clouds swooshing towards the grass in the lawn
Pressing down the peeking seedlings that overslept
With the weight of their tenuousness
Rolling ponderously across the horizon as the wind also seeks shelter
The heavens they say are falling
Stars jostling for space to shoot
Across and straight down in a fiery rain
A riot of flaming blizzards caught out in the summer day
As the Sun itself bears down from his perch above the skys
We can feel the universe contracting at pace
Shrinking us into squirming corners and then chasing us out of even those
Until we close our eyes since there is nothing to see any more
As the silence subdues the chaos
And nothingness replaces the beingness and we can take a breath
Take a deep breadth
And stand up with our hands raised palms against the firmament that has come this close
We can now open our eyes and see that we are still here and the heavens are still going about her journey
From millenium to millenium.
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