It's velvety here on the fringes
way out in the darkness
absorbing light, tugging photons
down with this immense
gravity.
Space dust, starlight, no matter can singe
nor emotions depress,
darker than night, a siren song
making all past tense
certainly,
but I am not full and cannot find
a cure for emptiness.
Heed me no mind. Your galaxy
will crackle and smolder
long enough.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
It's velvety here on the fringes
way out in the darkness
absorbing light, tugging photons
down with this immense
gravity.
Space dust, starlight, no matter can singe
nor emotions depress,
darker than night, a siren song
making all past tense
certainly,
but I am not full and cannot find
a cure for emptiness.
Heed me no mind. Your galaxy
will crackle and smolder
long enough.
Daniel Magner 2020
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