bed, flare, waves, gain, seek
We sought freedom in Space, a new frontier,
but gained nothing:
and, now, as novae flare up in the void,
we are shipwrecked,
on a bed of broken worlds,
forever drifting on the waves of Time.
Picture: Hold Up, Did We Just Crack Time Travel?, at https://lifeboat.com/blog/2016/02/hold-up-did-we-just-crack-time-travel
This place does not feel empty, not as empty as I would expect it to be, without you. In truth I can hear your steps, your voice, I can sense your scent. You are here and you are not. You are real, and you are not.
Is it echo of my memories, echo in a mind now turned to the void?
Image: Alina Noir, via afroui
Image: Paul Delvaux (1897-1994), La noble rose. Watercolour and ink on paper, 1973
