See them coming
Hot fast burning projectiles
Know the crippled spinning sobbing wreck they leave.

Watch weeping growth
Hot salt tears and labouring howls
that accompany
Painful tearing re-birth
Of new energy and realisations.

Weak and new-ing
Un-sure and grateful.

Meteors leave no wreckage

Just a ragged gaping hole.

In numb raw terrifying silence
Fleeting almost images of who I was
Occasionally try to surface
Find no anchor

In any reality