No humans left. Your hair of blonde silk - cosmos crossing to find it on Venus again. Through the small portal I see space, the stars, as Empty as my soul. Death is not death and I dissolve into component energy Reciting verse. They are my universe.
Bones is just bitchy.
The moon's a portrait of the earth, like Dorian Gray's in the attic. In its light mutations crawl who know us in dreams. Poems for the New Millenium Simple butterfly Wails a cry under my boot. I have no more time. The ability To destroy a planet is Insignificant.