Lost in a crescendo of lament

while the crows of terror portend:

you're the hostage they needn't perfect:

sightless in a shrinking universe of self.

 

Soon a micrography will suffice

to render the demise,

as you play the lead

in Vishnu's vaudeville. 

 

Yes, the drowning is violent

in this reality distilled,

and Galileo hasn't yet

with a dethronement intervened...