Pale moons and darker still,
unbearably vacant stares, full
I find no tranquility in their solemnity
Cheshired, cracked and barren; vacuity spewn
I hide from their reflection, a bleb in the black;
yet a reverie of craters spill shadows upon me
Violent scars of their living, shallow and empty,
trying beyond failure, to be the stars
I am not a tide for them to pull
Turn away, turn away
art: The Arrival of the Stars Collectors by Osnat Tzadok
*20.05.26.08.00
