Craft In the Vast Outermost
Open yourself
widen your ears
to a sound not unlike the spinning of a planet
on the verge of ending;
planetary death:
planetary funeral:
planetary mourners:
planetary daisies on gravesoil
dug
down
DEEP
so deep it could fit a planet
and all the sound it made
hurdling like a jet in space.
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