Floating ash

harkens to history 

A forgotten planet 

drifting in specks 

across my view— 

Atoms dancing like

river sand in swirling winds  

This sordid vacuum 

kisses such pallid skin,

soft a glow as milk spilled 

in the blue light

of distant a moon fixed in pitch

for someone else;

Centuries of stories and 

fleeting conversation 

lay hidden in frozen flesh 

never disrupted by the gift of 

         Time 

nor soured by a merciful

         Death

A lost audience lends hollow ear 

to be regaled some primordial

          Legacy 

of the apex predator  

born to Night;

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A saccharine, slow return