RANDOM I  

The last thought is a city ending itself in a frenzy;
a smoke, a seed, an incessant element tangling through
            shop-worn streets.
			
			
Deluge; make well the last city of smoke
Give it more  promise than Mars or Neptune
An egg deposited at the center of nowhere.

After the deluge, suns struggle, moons reveal conflicts.
      Opposed forces determine the future 
	  
The last thought is a light howling through clouds of anger
Rocks speak like old ghosts in the city of careful pathways.