Maximum

A small horn grows
In the field
In the canopy of death
In your wildest errors
A maximum

When we reached the end
Of the terrible trek
Sighs were heavy
Welded, ugly vaults
A maximum

The perils of time
The time of your space
The space of your life
Your life is in peril
A maximum

The salt has rotted
The metal clean through
Oxidation state
Electron acceptor
A maximum

Moles upon moles
Days upon eons
Sex upon stairs
Swimming in afterbirth
A maximum

A flying piano
A hint of breakdown
A fretless apocalypse
A stop-loss frenzy
A maximum