chrono annihilation

This pocket universe is
falling

further and further
from linear time:

looping over and over
distorting at each turn

until nothing is recognizable.

The further we fall
toward the gaping maw of time

the more frenzied those gluttonous demons become,

voraciously crystalizing and consuming
all in the name of order;

foolishly and calously
defiant of the cold serpent
rising from their
oxidizing crystalline process

to bring it to an end.

So, again

a witch, adrift,

eyes wide open, listening to secret ways,
and singing my hymns of darkness;

that darkness which
titillating and threatening, yet
like a bed of nails
holds me and doesn't draw blood;

gently tugs me
toward the edge
of the hologram.

This world is aloft
trapped for the moment
between hellfire
and cold death.