Stars # 2

Cold, clear sky, half-darkness with the stars,
lights distant over roofs and treetops, fixed
in frozen constellations: time defined
in tiny pinpricks, time that is not told
in hours. Space is not a challenge. Space
is time evaporated, all life lost
between dull rock and gaseous outbursts, strewn
like stray illuminations in a mind
gone blank with age, a bitter void too deep
for comprehension - frightening, unkind.