it is not the stars
but the spaces
between the stars
that matters,
the unaltered blackness
that draws in breath
on a frozen winter night
the accepting anxiety
of what remains unseen
between the orbs
of failing or dead light
their extinguished gases
someday arranging the night
into another vista
of unknowable darkness.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
it is not the stars
but the spaces
between the stars
that matters,
the unaltered blackness
that draws in breath
on a frozen winter night
the accepting anxiety
of what remains unseen
between the orbs
of failing or dead light
their extinguished gases
someday arranging the night
into another vista
of unknowable darkness.
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