We float
Above a
field
Seeming
empty
We label
normal
The empty
underneath
Some are always
speculating fantastically
Apocalyptically
Numbingly for
gain
While innocent
despite great effort
Simpler listeners
toil more urgent-quiet
Knowing chance
is always birthing monsters
From this
field seeming empty
Ancient seething
pestilential dread
Permits all
Meets no
devouring corpuscles or savior birds
Too Late
Spreads
invisibly inaudibly
Detonating compounding
exponents
Banging Out
in self surpassing shock
This field
seeming empty
Now waves
of burning breathless devouring sky
Noticed
briefly
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