The black derth of space
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Widened jaws of death glinter inward as the horizon spreads on.
Out of skyward: a berth of stars. Glittered eyelids breathed upon there, upward.
Human. Reaching out, an art of fact; faced with unfamiliar spirits—unknown souls to glance upon.
Facing in there: a heart of rust. Starlight gazes flittered elsewhere; now gone.
Nothing. Left there, a man of dust; wind gently swishing his face away—a statue crumbled, dead there.
The black derth of space.