From the empty to the letting go

From the empty to the letting go

There are no stars here


dead centers of light

the sun was once a furnace and is now

an empty glass orb

we are singing under the plain spangles of the night sky above about what

loves we lost what loves we tossed into that unrelenting flame that singes

the best

of intentions, that buried bellows which threatens to eat the earth itself

we love

and are

become in it a wisp of smoke curling around the empty, dead stars

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Paul Gordon is the publisher and editor of iState.TV. He has published and edited newspapers, poetry magazines and online weekly magazines. He is the director of Social Cognito, an SEO/Web Marketing Company. You can reach Paul at

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