On dark nights we ferret out our poems
From deep sleep, from a sky of nothing,
A distress that brings on stray asteroids.

Asteroids strike you anywhere on flicker.
They flash and in softer times they sizzle.
They are glow-worms of a death on rise.

On nights when the sky itself fizzles out
And the wind and the water pass you by
You stop breath, to a definition of death.

On poetics we breath from sky of words
A swarm of glowworms rising like death
A phosphorus of bones floating in space.


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