Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter


Day 17

old light seeps in through
tiny rents in the bubble
of a universe shrouded
in untouchable frost

night is a dark ravage
unlit by an unseen sun
below the horizon
of an unexpected event

silence is a taut wire
between tree tops
frozen static
a forgotten message

early morning bends
the new light of a dying sun
into volcano ash and
liquid gold sears the sky

ice dust savage burden
falls into deserts and towns
in extremes of crisis
poisoned water on the ground

those ancient stars
still lit by first energy
are paths through
the hell of dark matter

there is no equation for hope
to reach out and travel
to the safer place they shine from
no speed faster than old light

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