Void
VOID
In awed silence it’s the end of today
Unflawed blue void arching but holed
Where the last dregs of day are drained away
Through countless points in the cold
Pale blue faster and faster drains
Its life into dark blue, then to black
Until finally nothing but black remains
The remains of a day which cannot come back
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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