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.