Cloud

The vanishing point
                  tumbled
                      an unknowable distance
        fallout born
      from a sequence
    of irreversible events: 
          one) the horizon collapsed
          two) so did i
        three) then maybe everything else, 
  I could not say (yet),  a ballooning entropy
  engulfed the tangible 
              fragments
               beacons and anchors

            ill-fated in a placeless space 
             bloated peddlers full up and floating 
                   helium bellies  squealing 
                decorative catchphrases
              ticker tape tongues 

                     rattling, imaginary math 
               of event horizon  proportions, gilding  
            a vacuum,  already sucking  up  all 
                         all,  all,  all,  all    
                            the marrow, all
                        all,  all,  all  
                     all  the  matter
               of all 
        that ever
mattered.