Return of the Queen

No-one ever made it to the top
to see the worlds entirely,
except for you, old soul, who saw
the joke of non-existence
and didn't delay when you discovered
that sensual crack in [[time]] and its
terrifying punch[[line]]:
there's no-one to even laugh with you
as you feel this one dissolve
and rain [[mercy]] on all the make [[be]]lieve
below, because it was the most
majestically beautiful move
after having been both
quarks and quasars;
the turning quintessence
with which you created
this whole [[book]];
the none in one
from which it all burst;
a baffled king, his head blown off,
singing his clear [[way]] back down
Your sheer, Your stunning Face.

Traces

• Convergence