If stars collapse
Upon themselves
And their fire
Burns out,
And millions of light
Years extend
Across the soundless
Void--omniscient, eternal--
Then how much time
Passes from speaking
To silence,
From dedication
To omission,
From aching
To forgotten?
A brief flicker
Does not compass me
To you, but discloses
An ancient letting go.
Friday, February 04, 2011
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