permian

star speckled ripples  
like a prelude to all there ever was.
 
you're wading in night sky
 
and i'm standing  
at the edge of the universe.
permian style.
 
and with this pyre of a thought.
 
 
 
 
it's the end of the world.
 
 
 
 
i know
i needed the catastrophe.
 
i needed a mass extinction.
 
 
i needed  
to loathe you.