Glimmering specks so near yet far.
Eternal lights of oblique mortality.
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground.
Maintained grasp of reality.

Gone for a millennia,
not missed till now.
Longer time for the telegram
than a cosmic curtsy, intergalactic bow.

What once would guide to freedom,
has been freed of its slavery.
What always seemed to be,
is gone for eternity.

Never miss what was already gone,
until it’s gone forever.
A supernova realization of one’s mortality,
False Bravado to sever.