of a comet

we speak of close passing
of perizol over the realm

of fiery showers, visions
pellucid fields, auroras
nuances of aerial tonation

kaleidoscopes in mauves and cerises
shifts in the deep number field

so that burghers stop in streets
their mouths open, realising again

the vault beneath mind
profundity of structures of inner cosmos
deep pillars of foundation
resting on emptiness, gleamless

how far beneath them lies the epynean
infinite canyon of dark repose –

a bright flash of stygian revelation
kenotic annihilation
finger touching the void of voids –

and on the passing of perizol
resuming their ways