Space between the worlds breaks,
Bends beyond the light of days,
In dark, in old gods, in soundless wake,
Of sightless worlds, dark-nighted ways,
Old realms of sacrifice take,
New meaning comes along
When pressed face-to-face, with death,
With endless searching, with the shores of space,
When you become a space-faring race,
Shards of oil and rainbow and face,
Without regret and beyond the binds,
Beyond the mortal sense of time,
If all life smothers in void be sure,
There is nothing more divine than to die,
Out of the realm of space and time,
Where stars watch but do not shout,
Would it even be life, without its doubt?
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Nocturnalisms
PoetryAll of the hiding, it's because of the hunt And if they haven't chased you, Then you don't know enough to judge... Nocturnalisms is a collection of poems about living with night owl tendencies, seeing through narcissists and their mind games, experi...
