The stars were going out. Just quietly
Disappearing from the firmament
Which soaked itself in black. I could not see
What took their place, if anything. They went
As if relieved, as if they knew this night
Would come, as if, their duty done,
They could retire satisfied. No light,
No anything remained. The sky was one
Immense black sheet, against which everything
Was tinier, somehow than it had been.
And then it happened - no use worrying,
The earth itself, without ruckus or din,
As silently as had the stars, winked out
The end of joy, and happiness - and doubt.
These are awesome.
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