From moria poetry

STELLAR MAGNETISM

I will meet you,
when we are both of the dark.
Proxima Centauri. In lifetimes.
A meeting. Travel.
Elephants. Rearranging stars.
We will meet.
The speed. The speed of the dark.
Avoiding elephants. Speeding.
Closest sun. Galaxies.               Away. The heat
travels through spirals, milky way
lightning— dust to dust.
How much more dispersed can one get.
Becoming dust. We meet.

© Carrie Hunter 2002