Goodnight,
Void.
Hold my time,
In fractal position,
Absent space or wormhole.
No bending of vision,
Beyond Event Horizons of Black Holes.
When too much,
Falls inwards.
What coulda been stars.
Void?
Not scared of Death,
My gracious waiting lover.
Not scared of much at all.
Maybe that’s the problem.
Goodnight, Void #998
