Urborn Apocalypse
Oct 1, 2023
Once, the sun burst,
and with it flew dusts of hunger,
of dampened aspirations.
And it all ended,
like a full stop,
like a nihilist ball,
with no ice, with no stones.
Hydrogen igniting dreams,
spread over, no longer held together,
and the non-air breathing its last verses of sorrow.
Once, the earth toppled,
and the children cackled, giggled, laughed,
the rotating axis thwarted their success.
Oceans became beds of rocks,
thumping against the desires of power.
Mountains cried their pine leaves
to the last morsel of vegetation.
Then, we all jeered, cooed,
but the sun had already burst,
and the earth, toppled.
