Moving in the void
with no one visible,
colors bleeding
into one, the shift,
neither red nor blue,
no moon, no planet,
errant, static, invisible,
a mistake
by the Creator,
on the edge
of another
dementia,
off-radar,
pings that disappear
into pure silence,
down under,
the fury
of the unified field
just a theory
and a fear
of emptiness,
of seeing
what's on
the other
side:
Oblivion,
draining saturnine
shadows, Egyptian mystics,
pregnant with passions,
beer-gauged Agog men,
gone saintly and sad,
past Sirius and back,
like an ringed orange
winged with fire
