Carpe Gutter

Frozen starlight filled her eyes, echoed long through ivory remembering.
Vast and eating is blackness in its final stages of nothing.
Starting over.
Starting ov
er.
And was it anything to wonder, to watch lucid and night-eyed.
You tickle in my throat through ventricles and twitch the edges of a smile, a drop down face skin.
Blueglow touches the edge of everything, but we own black, so it is ours.
The blue, the glow is tomorrow and it is not mine, it is not yours.
But we own the black, so it is ours.