Wandering limply among the spherey reaches of rock,
the diamond shaped star hovering without care,
burning holes in the ground with its cheery resonance.

I take the twelve o' clock train to Heaven,
a well tuned place with decent breathing air
and a few bits of this n' that just for our entertainment.

Ascending
and bending,
under the arches that
line the passages
with their burning edges.

Sentient beings march,
halos of twisted sun emanate
from the unseen
orifices of their glowing bodies.

Then chaos in a package of unearthly rock and ice,
towering over and crashing down with a purpose to extinct.
Nothing in sight of my blearily squinting eyes,
but the pain that comes too soon after impact.

Nothing but Them,
wandering limply among the spherey reaches of rock.