(By Gub, the 12th of December 2014)
The space beyond the sky,
(Our sky and moon)
Is blue and dark
And in deeper
Recess
Maybe glean
Some soft print
Of gossamer feet
A Sparkle instant.
Crisp and rough,
A match
Coughs across the strike-plate
Hisses into light.
So stars
Form
Burn
And go
Leave passages
Of afterlife
That exceed their
Term
Existence
Has an
Overbite.
Tuesday, 26 January 2016
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