His eyes were the colour of obsidian
of the space between stars.
Between the cosmos that arced between them
his eyes
were the consumable void that filled the empty spaces.
Through all the suns,
the moons,
the heavenly bodies that littered my thoughts,
it was the void I most looked into.
That gaping, breathing, limitless expanse that held more depth, more intensity and more beauty than anything else I'd ever seen
The comet that cuts across it only serves as a distraction, a nullifier to the allure of the emptiness-
Every falling star,
every shard of ice,
every edge of jagged rock,
is easily swallowed.
Quasars and stardust, planets and nebulas, all interludes for the true attraction of space.
Which is, well, the space.
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Fleece
PoetryA Poetry Collection I have been experiementing with poetry the last year! The first few pieces are my earlier work, and it does get better the more recent the chapter. Enjoy!
