King Star

how beautiful

isn't it

that sunset

superficial and noisy

I heard it boom

when it appeared

like everything in our homes

decided to fall over together

then a mountain range worth

of smoke rolled towards us

rolling rolling rolling

growing into itself

just like we did but

without the coding

to know when to stop

it became a tower

it climbed its own back

surpassing the heights of any wave

tidal or otherwise

it even built itself so high at one point

that had any planes been looking for a land

they would have surely been 

swallowed by its greatness

like a king drinking his land's finest wine

and then as a prophecy

would imagine or predict

it reached the heights of giants

it reached the heights of gods

it fashioned hinges out of itself and securely

clamped into the clouds like carabiners on a climb

sealing off the sky entirely as if to say I hope 

you can at least remember 

the stars

how beautiful

isn't it

that sun

superficial and noisy

colliding into our planet as if 

somebody 

is starting over