Holes in space

My dead are matter in lack of it, globe-earths

Those spin in lack of space, in crisp night air.

They spin in the space of time, holes in space,

Phosphorus glow-worms roaming thin nights.

They are holes in space, where they had  lived.

They are now words that will live in  thoughts,

Those remain in my mind, as images of reality

Till I become a hole in space, a picture, a word.


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