Brisk bludgeoning upon a breaking point

I awoke in the night
falling through the memories
of a thousand dying stars
with malicious intent
seizing up in cardiac arrest

they call this eternal prism
love

so I turned softly
in desire
burning up
yet disconnected from the warmth
breaking between shadows
of black curtains
cascades a sick day

shedding pure light
pouring on dust particles
floating as hearts do
past worn window's
we hoped would be open