Nothing Lasts

Stars fall

against the celestial murk

of the night sky,

a rain of fireflies,

dying in mid-flight,

hurling,

heralding,

upon gentle heads blow,

cruel truths.

Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts.

 

Listen to the harmony,

that inaudible peal

(Ong),

that sets heavenly bodies to spin

amidst ever-changing kaleidoscopes

of the Void’s sacred geometries,

pulling,

tugging at Fate,

with the waxing

and waning

of single points of light.

Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts.

 

We,

The kings and queens​

of planets and moons,

tread upon paths

of celestial dust,

wishing, searching,

to join hands in communion

with the witnesses

to our ignorant freefall into the Bottomless.

Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts.