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In perpetual night,

a galaxy without suns

rotates through the ages.

A gas cloud spins its wheels

unable to form the stars

of sister galaxies

so the light never quite comes on

and people are never born

on planets which do not form

around stars which aren't meant to be.

We listen to weak radio emissions,

deduce its existence

but not its purpose

or its mystery.

Bathed by the light

of our planet's sun,

we remain in the dark.




Deborah P. Kolodji is the president of the Science Fiction Poetry Association and a member of the Haiku Society of America. Her poetry has appeared in Strange Horizons, Star*Line, Dreams and Nightmares, Illumen, Scifaikuest, Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Simply Haiku, and many other places. She has also published four chapbooks of poetry. You can see more of Deborah's work on her website, or you can contact her at dkolodji@aol.com.
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