The last

[s3]

When ripe,
we succumb
she knows.      


Thoughts peter
and resurge–                   -- like this part a lot
each step landing
perfectly.                          -- might consider moving 'landing' to this line.  


Together
we are alone,                   -- the comma breaks it up a little, I don't think you need it. a la stanza 1
she sees farther
than we ever could.           


All in one,
a dull bulb.                


Crowd silenced,
blinded, rotten–                         
our gods vanquished.


She remains.

There is an eerie simplicity to this poem that I really enjoyed. little I would change that you haven't already.