Crimson fade becomes the black
twinkled dots from cataclysmic flak
hang still on celestial thread
from a silent void once wounded
Spectacle of ancient memory
inversed braille in cyphered glory
contemplate chaotic happenstance
when spied in ghostly ignorance
Eyes fooled by druidic physics
blinkered gaze can’t spy the glitch
snails of light trapped by time
as infinitum dusts the nightly chime
Blind by day, asleep at night
rare are we and breath so slight
humanity soothed in vain plaudit
locked in generational mnemonic
Our female rock will fade and die
to join the grain of spatial eye
what beings will perplex the star
that bore our fruit in cosmic tar?
By Jason Conway
