Member Poem

The sky struggles to control
its cycle of darkness,
each day a monotonous mirror of the previous.

As night sets in, the moon’s hollowed-out
eyes glisten despite being 
constrained by darkness.

Somewhere within the void,
swirling clouds fail to hurtle the wind,
expanding shadows like gray chalk    
on an invisible sidewalk.

Constellations sparkle
in the pitch-black river; a hunter’s bow
pierces the vast galaxy and points tangent
to the bull’s serrated bend.
 
As stripes of morning sunlight stream into
the horizon, faint stars burn out,
trading their tears for shattered paradise.