Your equanimity tidal...

I quiver with every movement,

As you’re so in control of chaos.

Your propinquity umbral...

And my core crumbles in the vice-grip

Of your planet’s full eclipse.

Your quiescence incognito...

As you shuffle the Joker into

Packets of Aces.

Your name onomatopoeic...

You are the apocalypse

Of my masqueraded noon.