Look up from the deep, the static

All you see is what was, what isapparently,enough. Lungs inhaling, people slippingpast a line. Space collapsing on itself;time churning, slipping, sulking. Light pulsing,passing,placing, itself on a face it’s seen before, or a trillion of them Only to leave them,fading endlesslyinto darkness. Or what’s called darkness,death, or a dead end. The abyss. A dark point; or […]