one
by
one
they
came

no
light
no
candle
to
smudge
the
pure
darkn­ess

children
of
the
shade
revelers
of
midnight
there
to
view
the­
event

in
the
womb
of
blackness
moons
were
cocooned
awaiting
the­
push
of
labor

~ stars ~
spent
with
their
urgency
await
the
impetus
that
will
send
them
­spiraling
out
into
blue
and
gold
galaxies
to
scintillation
with
n­ebulae

and
so
the
event

the
faces
of
the
creatures
of
the
crepu­scule
evaporate

the
moons
are
birthed
into
fire

the
stars
are
scattered
like
a
billion
bi­lliard
*****

the
fabrication
that
was
matter
energy
space
and
ti­me
is

no

more


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