Vanishing Bodies

The far light, in the archipelago of stars

that interrupts the sameness of my sky,

comes from a source that long since fled

through ragged punctures in the universe,

into a black night that envelops me.

It is there, to remind me of what was.

Now, the blinking vestige of a luminous shape

that proclaimed its being in my galaxy

before departing, when entropy refused

to pause, it still speeds to me through space.

Time and chaos determine nature's pace,

as passion rules how long flesh revels

in each bed. It also flees, and with it rest.

A hollow bears the trace of vanished heat.