Earth's lonely core
cries trembling
to a lost lunar lover.

Cordoned within primordial pressures,
    blinded by bedrock,
    captured by Axis' pivot,
        an estate devoid of elevation
        the common center,
            yearns for collision,
            as in the beginning,
                when wild wanderings ran rampant
                and the family was free.

A jubilant mother sun
    swims in early galactic fluid,
    conceiving in bedlam and dust
        orbits and scheme,
        entangling fusillades of progeny,
            (chaotic, hungry furies
            of ecstatic cannibals),
                as annihilating bodies embrace
                creation's reckless joy.

From the purge of birth's selection
    emerges a system balanced
    on obliteration's brink,
        (atmospheres obscuring
        old faces unchanging),
            secluding the planets' desires
            in wide belts removed
                from the lost dawn
                of equilibrium.

Lone planets swing apart,
    now complete to evolve,
    still call to disaster's cause,
        reaching with weak gravity
        for any remnant of its birth
            stored in the void,
            to hasten to convergence,
                to heed the widening pull
                to a fatal encounter.

A delicate curtain of life
    rises from fine debris,
    clinging to the crust,
        new and unique,
        helpless and blind to the sky,
            ignorant and innocent
            of the approaching devastation
                that will dissolve all trace
                of this brief effort.

Ignoring the thin skin of life
    a distant behemoth penetrates
    the young and rare shroud
        to deliver the dumb fate
        encased in its cold mass,
            to deposit its essence
            nearer the terrestrial core,
                seeking the magma egg
                waiting in the terrestrial depths.

The impact flowers,
    as the earth accepts
    the colossal meeting,
        wobbling the ellipse,
        the orb tolling like a bell,
            pushing giant waves from boiling oceans
            against heaving mountains burning,
                as the last sound broadcast
                crushes all that hear.

A long repose
    descends upon a sterilized silence:
    heavy clouds falling replenish soil,
        as fresh volcanoes feed the vacuum
        with strange, noxious gases;
            scoured rock again eroded
            by new winds and water
                pouring over the stunned potential,
                beckoning chance to cycle once more.

So sure the core waits
    again to lure ancient deposits
    from the arsenal of rebirth,
        always ready to be convulsed
        by unseen, dark crossings
            of shadow stars unaware,
            of the shifting focus
                of the lost brother circling
                    a center never seen.