Shut up

The heavens are shut up.
Blocked.
Stopped up.
Do not
Knock.
Time lost.
Ticks tocked.
Ears plugged.
Eyes blacked.
Mouth of God wrenched shut.
Do not
Spin beauty in the yellow veins of leaves, 
fanning flames of awe, 
distilling dew into the hands of man—
Shut up.
Lock up the heavens.
Kick the pricks.