The Sunless World

To some world out there, PSOJ 318.5-22: you are not alone

Imagine Earth without it’s light;

That dances forever in coldest night.

Somewhere in the imagination of space,

Is this sunless world in constant flight

 

A pilgrim planet, it runs away

From moon, from stars, the light of day;

A hidden black spot amongst a pixelated sky

That trudges on, alone, in disarray.

 

If hearts so cold could call this home,

I wonder if those souls, too, would always roam;

Alone an island, no hope of sunrise

Yet this world keeps spinning like our own.

 

It’s a difficult universe for a sunless place

That answers black to every face.

But in dreams not so alien, I must confess,

This dim-lit world shall find it’s space.

Aphoticism (or Still afraid of the Dark)

You’re still afraid of the dark

Of its restless silence

And its reminder of eternity

 

You’re still afraid of the dark

And all its secrets

That skitter under the guise

Of soft rain, a/c, electronic buzz

 

You’re still afraid of the dark

The Chesire smile

The whispers of paranoia

Of solemnity, cessation, and sacrilege

And the chirality of madness