Like the collapse of galaxies, upon their shoulders,
Mantle and shroud placed around,
Binding the illumination.
So heavy, the hearts of these heavenly bodies,
Burning matters dark.
The distance only speaks traces of heat,
Signatures our eyes fail to see…
Poor human sight.
Blind, blind, bitter,
Unable, unwilling, to behold another kind of brilliance
Through such a fractured lens.
Dark stars shine on regardless,
Requiring no witness to validate their light.
(For a friend…)