Stillborn How many Lie awake
silent stillborn stars at night
weeping,
Naked lonely friendlessDreaming of birth and noise.
Long
to lend out streams of
Light and
static to the
never made
Folded
in
it
on the
watchers,
M-list,
dimensions warped.
Insignificant as lost eyelashes.
Wonder wandering
placeless.
Slaves of push and pull bigger
Glowing behemoths Ignore
now
exerting.
pestilential
cosmic dust,
Absorb-expand-implode-suck— Beautiful spacial cycles
Haunt me.
Joseph Earl
