The sky sits black and blue
as a bruise on the surface of time.
Something must have given it a good knock on the head
sometime many years ago
when our lifetimes would only seem like seconds
on the universe’s Rolex.
I wonder why it was attacked.
Maybe they robbed it of its fancy watch
and stopped time with a kiss.
Maybe it was revenge
for letting people decide the answers for themselves.
A punch in the teeth sends drops of blood flying
that become worlds in a broken sky.
We always wonder why we’ve never been able to heal.
What are we but an explosion?