ark to the sound of the world turning,
the massive power of order.
Colours hold, atoms cohere.
Is there static? in this
Precise, pellucid, perfect clear perception?

What would it be like?
to see colours fade, snap back
go grey with flurry, bleed away,
drain.
To see outlines vanish, forms dissolve,
worlds shudder,
empty oscillation and chaos.
To explode with an atom,
fiery in the night,
come to be,
vanish away
sucked to the marrow, curlicues on the fabric of reality.
To hear sound, then nothing, but
ringing silence as
feet slide under the insubstantial earth.

But no, hear the clarion,
see the brightness of glory,
feel the ancient might,
the depth of strength that shoulders the world.