to you
it meant absolutely nothing
not exactly a petulant void
nor an empty table
perhaps a vacant chair
where you once enthroned your ass
your narrow world disturbed
by a blinking light
would have been annoying
except that it was something to count
you misunderstood my love of prime numbers
missing entirely the elegance of infinitude
calling me a fanatical star counter
when in reality it is the soft distance
between the stars
my most dark and absolute fascination
a spirit of the on and on and on
that means everything
endlessly cold
to me
Judith A. Sears
©02/2018
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