I feel the Earth

A buoyant youth stayed behind, laughing, praying.
Kit fox man with wings flickered, then blurred,
in his faded star fleet uniform, and brown sweater.
His image, an electronic illusion, goggle eyed,
a grinding bull with candyman fingers looming
onto wheels of yellow and indigo.

He took the atomic casino boss 

whose fractal mass bled blue and yellow

rings of oil into a starless night.
Existence spiraled, rubble crushed, reduced to nothing.
I laid by the wall feeling her heart, just inches from mine.