Sonnet for the End of a World

Oh blasted ground, tar pit of yearning
My hopeless hope the singular pale frond
I’d swear my mind was lost in the learning,
Sweet lyrics in fire and smoke abscond.
Imagined endearments fly from the songbird,
As above in a widening gyre he turns.
His dulcet melody I may have misheard,
For my despairing heart distracts as it burns.

Red-furred lust runs havoc, flashing in the dark,
Distant, smoke-choked, thirsty creatures bray
As the star named Logic loses its spark
And roiling water rises into the fray.
Vortex of light and sound the foretold prelude
And the dark silence after, in solitude.

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