from late last night.

Someday, they say,
when the world is all grown up -
wise in deception and strong in lies -
this glistening oily pearl
shimmering in the waiting firmaments
will, exposed as fake
to watching starry eyes,
abandon pretence of gloried form
and fall,
melt,
explode into eternity,
scattering millions of molten shards and splinters
out into and through space,
leaving an empty sphere-shaped
brilliance
as Truth
replaces all that the grasping grinning false gods
strung, hung, pulled together into their evil orb
until Time itself cried
"enough!"
and rang the alarm.

But for now, as the gloom gathers, thickens, writhes
with evil intentions, all
any of us can do
is wait.