Time and the starlet

Deep in space-time, she awakes
throws off her mantle of gas

Desert Sky

Driving in a roast red desert
Headlights staring into primeval dark
The untrammeled sky glorious

Glory

And we stand upon this globe
Asking of the Universe
What?

The Astronomer

.

Counting

the far-off fireflies

that watch the

night’s sleeping face,

he toils by a wooden

window, as the

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Eyes of Night.

What colour would I choose

For the eyes of my night?

That first-time, last-time,

Never-to-be-seen-again time light?

That appears only when the mighty

Winds and powerful wings

Of vacuum-space and eternal time

Throw dust-and-crystal shards