His forehead furrowed with a wrinkle of time
And the stars as freckles shined on his cheeks
His nebulous eyes, shouting out charms into the mist
As he clenched his fists, drenched in the smoke of a
Lightning storm – as we move away, through time,
His form diminishes, folding into the deep outer edges of
Space, where his heartache sleeps
Poem from the Our Universe Is Dead Poetry Compilation by Brianna.