Ouroboros, Unleashed!

(Old worlds unborn, and new worlds undead,

Shall meet in the twilight belly

Of the steel Ouroboros.)

 

Do not speak to me 

Of glories long past:

All the glitz and glitter,

And the clutter of

Atavistic memories,

Singing of the ultimate

Thingness of existence. For

Atoms of our sensibilities, diffracted, 

Entangled in a plasmodium 

Of blood and lymph and bones, are

Wrapped up in the vast

Spaces between the innermost 

Core and the rim. The limitless 

Power of being, shattered, ripped 

With metallic shreds of a future 

Annihilated. What lies behind, 

Is an ocean of detritus

From an inverted time;

(A world reborn and a world ended,

Will see us in the innards

Of the severed Ouroboros.)