Yields again to dawn
a midnight glance proves that darkness dominates light.
the void swamps whatever twinkle or shimmer tickles our widened pupil.
countless photons hurtle Earth-ward en route, as-yet-unseen in this space-time. we are but an unknown instant from some supernova or starbirth most spectacular.
the stars steer our course, not the depths they swim in.
even here-now on this goodly frame we cannot escape the nightly deep. it sows what shadows know, oh yes, but always, always yields again to dawn.