Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter



It’s before dawn.
Behind him, the sun surges below
The city line, light lost
To other continents. The
Globe is smaller than

In front of him,
High up in the open sky, bright spots;
The hazy half moon,
Venus a diagonal universe
Away, and whiter than

The vacuum cracks.
AUs crackle across the splintered
Web of the night,
Time bends and shivers,
Stardust greener than
Earth grass.

R 09.10.2023 09:59 on a train in Colchester railway station

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