the open water,
somewhere between
ink-black sea
and onyx-stitched horizon—
fusing with
a starless sky.
Just the palpable
desolation
of darkness—
drowning out
worry
of what’s below
and all around.
Threats only
worth fearing
against a glimpse
of cosmic light.
#Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoetry
the open water,
somewhere between
ink-black sea
and onyx-stitched horizon—
fusing with
a starless sky.
Just the palpable
desolation
of darkness—
drowning out
worry
of what’s below
and all around.
Threats only
worth fearing
against a glimpse
of cosmic light.
#Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoetry
the back of the Mirror holds,
more of the same Whole
the back of the Mirror holds,
more of the same Whole
Thank you,
Outer Management
Thank you,
Outer Management
The Abyss is for staring
The Void is for screaming.
Please stop screaming at the Abyss. It's not covered by our insurance, and frankly, it's rude.
Thank you,
Outer Management
The Abyss is for staring
The Void is for screaming.
Please stop screaming at the Abyss. It's not covered by our insurance, and frankly, it's rude.
Thank you,
Outer Management