Silverfish

Delta

The night is cold and sharp.
With stars above you.
Slowly flickering like racing.
Midnight contemplations in the mind.

Time is irrelevant in space.
There is no obligation here.
Everyone is free from gravity.
And accountability and destruction.

Without responsibility people are honest.
They are inclined to ebullience.
Amongst the planets they seek.
The freedom that indulges them.

Saturn is not their ruler.
But rather, they are.
Instead everything is open.
Dark and vast and giving.

In space, people are free.
They call it heaven.
When they look up to the planets.
But really they are just staring at the stars.

What difference does a name make.
When it remains–regardless of interpretation?