Interstellar
Between, time
freezes, the perfect
points of the un-astered stars
unmoving in their
fixed array: a field
Poetry from Apex Magazine
Between, time
freezes, the perfect
points of the un-astered stars
unmoving in their
fixed array: a field
Shambling through the streets,
Are we alive, or just existing?
Almost all the buildings are empty.
A testament to unceasing need.