looking up has no avail

 

 

Void

 

No trace, a void,

the trees embrace

   the empty vault,

no whispered breeze,

no hint of dawn,

the dark can tell no tale,

and looking up

   has no avail…

 

The ancients saw such sky,

and had scant words

   for such nothingness,

and took their time

   to wonder:

      had their gods fled?

or mused on magic

   still unknown,

or turned to scrape

   another stone,

they did not know of

   and had no care

      for moons and star things.

 

March 14, 2025

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