A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth.
Into Nothing
There is an inequality in the stars
That some would burn bright and others burst into
Super novas
Upon the expanse I’m waiting
For you
With fingers tapping to the rhythm of the universe
And the planets are in love with black holes
Vacant signifiers of obsolescence
A limitless mouth inhaling
The space between cognition and behavior
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