Just a dream

So, this is how the world looks

coming to its end—

molten

ashen

people rush towards it, 

gathering what is theirs and isn’t 

it’s what we’ve always done—

taken away what is ours,

and isn’t

we kneel in the crimson lava 

and on the purple sands.

there’s no other way to say goodbye 

the sunset gleams weary, 

drowning in its own hue:

now purple, 

now a killer fiery ball

you and I run towards it, too,

kneel thigh-deep in ash

and cup it in our palms;

its what we’ve always done— taken

then you attempt to kiss my mouth 

this, 

while the world smelts around us

i’m an image of myself in my mind,

turning away from you for a lone moment.

I want to watch.

everything I know in me of life and creation 

is exploding and crumbling 

outside the window, 

the world is a melting horizon of purple 

and crimson and violet

 and then blue