Breakdown (Now in Drop D)

Earth is throttled

Torn,

Ripped and screaming fire.

Clouds drop from the weight of it all.

The Impact is a sound of crumbled foil shattering a windshield.

Our words,

No longer

Heard,

But long before

A fault line-turned-chasm grew between them.

Shifting with the undulations of another world. A dying star flailing without dignity somewhere above the crust of the earth.

Earth rises and falls

With unyielding speed.

Here the dirt and soil and rocky past grows in melody, a choir of voices building, approaching the space between us.

Something grinds and roils beneath the otherwise

Pleasant, rolling hills.

Watch it on its set path

To disrupt the dying gasps of day

With its teeth

And the shriek

Of a primal history

Momentarily misplaced 

but returned by the

Ground below.

My, how we will remember

What we thought we understood

Between us!

It is tangled in deep, winding roots of ancient trees,

Now Cracked loose and splintering in its journey,

Unwound, and 

Rupturing up from the firmament

High into the shattering sky,

Arcing away.

Watch its bend,

a moment of inflection 

and the splendor of stillness, brief,

a set piece at equilibrium.

Watch it resume

Time catching it

Then quickening its free fall, spilling out to blot out the remaining light and to remake the places

We are unlikely

To ever find again.