The song of things breaking
stumbles drunkenly through the house
abrasive in its volume
a violation of abruptness

It yields with all the darkness of space
The song of things breaking
transcending hostility
rifling through the consciousness

The echo of it alive and well,
even when the fugue has passed,
The song of things breaking
rising and falling like heart beats.

pushing blood one pump at a time
to all the edges of humanity,
through all the perforated stars,
The song of things breaking.