The void is infinite.

Both of us have seen it.

Yours in black.

Mine is violet.

You’re afraid of the dark stars,

The nimble ones,

The undulating ins and outs

Of the wormhole, spacetime.

I’m afraid of the light,

The blind speck world.

Dumb bellows and

Gigantic letters.

We stood there.

Maybe we’re standing still,

You in your time,

Me in mine.

Many others at the fences.