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