Imagine Poem by Dark Cloud

The sensation of falling unique
As I glimpse
A dying star’s brilliant radiance
The star’s implosion becomes imminent!
Her streaming aura
Licks the nothingness of space
And for the last time
A black hole awaits, ready!
Oh, but the supernova
If only he were to come!
As thought
Latches unto thought
Now destruction
Gorgeous really.
I mean
To be abstract
Or perhaps cohesive
For as clouds expand
Two worlds collide
While I write in the kitchen
Three eggs are fried