“Another” by Jule Treener, Paris

NATURE

“Out beyond the liminal edge,
Where liquid light will someday seep,
Our face is like a perfect sphere
Upon the surface of the deep.
Upon the surface of the deep
Reflected in the blackest lake
An object bouldering into space
With Armageddon in its wake.
With Armageddon in its wake
Yet silently, will it descend,
Just abrupt- no horn, no fire column,
No signal when our thoughts will end.
No signal at the end of thought;
Though when it appears random, of course,
Is not.”