omen, dark and ominous,
aroused a great uneasiness.
The pain of loss was floating in the mists.
Invading every move of happiness.
Memories of brighter days would
come to play around the edge.
Nourishing the chasm that they bled
into forever with their charm.
Black holes appeared.
The seers of science shivered.
Knowing that they never knew it all.
Particles would disappear.
Their opposites replacing clarity.
Compensating thus, the mighty need.
Standing back behind the glass,
their observations muted everything.
They never opened up their hearts
to hear the angels sing.
Currents in the winds of time.
Burbling brooks from rushing climbs.
High up in the sky, the weight was held.
Pushing down on all their little worlds.
Apollo wept. The healing slept.
Until their great expulsion
? Michaelette ?
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