Blue Sun

When death smiles at you,
Proffering a coup:
Like the sky’s falling,
And life's a miscue...

You start to wonder.
Perhaps a blunder...?
The Madman calling,
With a voice like thunder!

Suddenly it hits.
How perfect it fits.
Piercing, mind crawling:
Assembling bits…

Fantasy averred.
Patently absurd.
Intellect lulling:
‘Mongst shadows preferred...?

Heaven shake, tremble;
Laughter, assemble
The Host: annulling
What they resemble.

Isn’t it galling?
Neurons brawling…
The truth, nothing but:
Smile, though appalling…