In the Next of Minutes

Now in the next of minutes,
the minutiae disassemble.
A godlike sneeze erupts
from somewhere central.
For sure, our center
is collapsing ad nauseam.
The weight of the pen,
more menacing than anticipated.
More menacing even
than the weight of the eyes
as suddenly they plummet
towards the bottom
of some murky dream.

-r. miller