All that remains when all is lost is a moan

A moan that stretches beyond spacetime

The hollow sound of a well

When nothing is dropped

Or sung into it

It is the sound a curious child listens for

As she dips her head below the lip of its horizon

A hollow silence

The bleak moan in the darkness

The sound of death as she walks in the place between

Most fear her, searching for a saviour

Flying into the light

Like a mosquito to a lamp

Or a fruitfly to sugar syrup

But some, a rare few

Walk with her by their side

As they gaze upon the expanse between the stars

On the night of a new moon

With hunger and delight


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