Verbosities

That vast comfortable man is gone,

in his place a slithering gnashing gnat,

instead of curving complexities,

a lumpy straight line,

no longer a blinding rainbow

but a smear of shit.

the vibrating eternal purr

 a postmortem slime

exploding blue skies

a dark quivering mass. 

 

But other than that...

everything is just fine.