The laughing moon

   does not care.

Nor do the stars strewn

   around you, there.

Not one single light

   in the sky,

     shines for me

   to be guided by.


And if space

   is as empty as this,

     what hope have I

   of spanning the abyss?

For, I plummet

   dead as a stone

     in the void,

   cold and alone.



Fall 2007

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