Avert Your Telescopes

   19990204.1738

Some nights I hear the sickening screams
of the black beast that is
the darkness between the stars,
caught in gravity's net,
cruelly anchored in place
by the massive spikes that are all the suns,
spindling, pulling, and twisting his pierced body
none too gently.

I'll bet he wasn't such a bastard
before the universe did this to him.

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