A billion years spent circling emptiness,
the milky way spins
through the pathless dark.
Everyonce in the universes’ lifetime
she will encounter an old memory
and sucked into it, will be lost
in its depthless black hole.
*****
‘The Earth’s spinning core has slowed down’
said the headline.
She’s tired, i thought.
Whirling round and around
like the Dervish
her centre,
is waiting to fragment.
When the outer outpaces the inner
she’ll gleefully shatter
into a million million bits of
spacedust.
****
What did you do, Saturn,
for your moon, tied to you already
like a tin can on a dog’s tail, to
shatter, scatter
and yet
pulled by some charm (i will not understand)
choose you for their forever?
****
What if the stars
are dustmotes
dancing outside a
distant alien window
that looks out into
a deep, green pond
where a frog sings
to his Fey Queen?
because the Queen
has put him in a forever spell
and now even his lament, to her,
is a declaration of love?
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