Cosmic clusters
*sparking*
in the great and
yawning
ether.
Dark matter-
gray matter-
fusing space
together.
For now,
of course.
They warn
soon
this universe
will dim,
every nebula
and pulsar
spreading
slow and
thin.
No event horizon
blazes
before this
absolute
diffusion.
Just a steady
winding down
wreaking
havoc
and
confusion.
Constellations
that once
burned
clear and
carbon-bright
scrambled and
left shapeless
by the
hungry
night.
Orion, Lupus,
Delphius,
and Hydrus-
I used to trace these
shimmering strands
with the sure
pointer finger
of my
smooth, steady
hand.
I still remember this.
The same way
these stars
sear their
plasmic imprints
into time’s
phantom
fabric.
Long extinguished
remnants-
the memory
of memory-
more troubling
than nothing.
They say
it’s time for
dinner now-
that my daughter
will be
visiting.
I hate
that they
don’t know
her name,
but I don’t
either
nowadays.
I think
I’ll pass
on the mash
and peas.
This
equilibrium
is
sickening.
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