end of time
starry night
at the end of time,
time to sleep, I think,
but the stars blink out
until the sky is filled
by the black holes of an
empty skull,
skull—
skulls no more.
marbles fall from orbit on a
starless night
at the end of my time,
time to wait; I bet
I could see the comets
burn out on
their worn-out trails,
trail—
trailing with
thoughts that linger
at the fringes of a
waking dream
beyond ended time,
and it's time to walk,
asleep, beneath
the supernova street lamps
one last time.
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