a fast one

upon the hill
a circle of dead faeries
strangled

there is a skin woven
over and around
the sun

and in the center of that skin
there is a miniscule hole,
from which a piercing ray of light
emerges violently

it strikes me
and i have become
epicentral to the world,
the receptacle
of a violent collision
of earthly and unearthly energies.