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The Empty Space Between Stars
A brittle wind blows like frost,
searing turgid limbs to scars,
and I agonize at the cost
of the empty space between stars.
The hoary beast slithers toward day,
and in my sleep it gnars;
spilt blood congeals to clay
in the empty space between stars.
As my tears freeze in icicle claws,
my breath my spirit chars;
the worm within my voice gnaws
upon the empty space between stars.
Is there a black blacker than black,
Despair deeper than hell’s reservoirs?
I am the seam within the crack
in the empty space between stars.
Terry Bacon
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