The world is eclipsed in a moment of silence
as the earth breathes inward.
Light washes over the frame of a child's hand,
and a shadow transcends time on the ground beneath.
The memories of lost souls etch themselves on the mirror
and the air tastes of regret.

Silence fades, at the roar of an awakened beast;
The pressure takes precedence, scorning social convention,
and the echo permeates generations.
The supersonic pulse of a passing tragedy
seizes deafened ears
and darkness grows.

Then night merges day and the ground shakes-
Philosophy, art, and science are thrown flat,
captured in the fire of scientific anarchy.
The shadow never moves,
and ash falls from rubble like tears.