Psychopomp
caresses of spectra
nestle the last molecule of a life,
and tend it within prisms,
as if turning an egg.
eyelids, desolate as moon dust,
open and are no longer dry.
craters that pocked worn out lungs
swell with luminous vapor.
this lost life,
it once yearned to soar,
and yet it is death that grants wings,
death gorgeous as a rainbow
to bridge beyond Cygnus.
the Earth itself
soon an indolent pebble,
distant in the twinkling.
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2/2/24 .... mods
5/9 ... removed "unreckonable" before "twinkling"
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