Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Cold Star


Cold star here in me,
All pointy bits and sharpness.
Something wanting to cut loose
And simply float away.

Wanting, resisting
Still shining on in vain.
All source and reflection.
Hard rock and space.

Floating along unwitnessed,
Out here in the dark,
Vast vast universe,
Cold, cold star.

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