o

night recedes like an end and then
crashes. beneath its waves a lightbulb
blinks, flickers out. gravity pulls the ocean
back, pushes it to collapse
over my head. i'm a satellite
orbiting a flickering moon, a lightbulb
buried beneath the waves, a planet's lapdog.
i'm an astronomer with a cracked telescope,
and the universe is fragmented
and the apocalypse is coming.
and the moon i orbit is revolving
around a planet whose only focus is its core;
it is always rotating
into itself. the waves recede
and crash like a beginning.
the stars are infinitely fragmented.
i crumbled them all into the sea and slept
when the sun came up. the satellite signal
went dead, a mechanical laika. and beneath the waves,
the pressure of the water broke a flickering lightbulb.