Grave
Beyond the light the morning star provides
Are depths and distances behind, around,
And promising. They are eternal tides,
Eternal only as such light is bound
By borderlands of physics. Morning star
Illumination reaches from the dawn
Of constellations, past wide space, and far
Past whispering places prophecies have drawn.
Beyond the light, the evening star as night
Approaches, are those threats and pledges made
That we intuit. They are like a blight
Or beauty’s eschatons that never fade.
..The morning star and evening star are poles
….More sacred than the holiest of scrolls.