broken new universe

Prime.

Alderaan Quixote there,
not here; armageddon rathe
& in the margins
flagrant in the Interzone.
What do you say, stick?

That we put too much on kites.
That we maybe should have guessed
knowledge is not a hashtag.
that the auxins in the leaves
toll for our bad zeal.

White smoke rises in the sun.
Therefrom hangs a noose.
Still, somehow, we continue
like black myrrh's rhymed yoin
of Nosferosphorescence.