Hindermost Apogee

As the years crawl on, then gaining ever so much momentum,

the oceans shrink to seas, seas retreat to lakes, lakes to dew;

a single drop remains, so fragile and furtive, easily spent under

the scorching glare of the motherstar.

Yet, for the length of a melancholic sigh, that dew tear burns

with incandescent fury that overshadows the luminosity from

ultramundane worlds, wasted aeons ago across diseased gulfs

and to dull, soulless eyes.

Her indelible thrall flits the accursed reality of oblivion as she

enmeshes herself into the womb of our unfolding fate to grow

into a pearl whither eternity and the gods themselves must

gravitate.