Beast-Light
©April 20th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
The ancient beast
Large, gravity-bound, impelled
By a strange need,
Stands on pillar legs,
Gazing up.
A part of space, iron-bound,
Jagged, deadly, full of heat
Tears a hole in the sky,
Lighting a planet.
The beast dies.
It saw the light.
I’d rather not go that way,
Even if I *am* interested
In that last page of *this* story.
Darkness is beautiful
When pierced by a few stars.
It’ll be easier to sleep, and
I might even drift away
Particle by particle, and
Float, dust-mote-like,
Into your dream.
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