brim

an endless deep
a void so vast
holes drain space
of stars so fast
and any hope they
hoped to cast
light in streaks
disappears in mass

 

glides in a circle
on the brim like glass
to drip in a heap
to dissipate like gas
to plunge prophecies
before they pass
lest the status quo
be harassed

 

-m.p. 11/23/2016

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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