FicWad

Most people would give you the sun and the moon and the stars.
I will not.

I will give you the nebulas, the dust and clouds and radiation,
the oil rainbows and auroras and black holes.
I will give you comets and ice and meteors like burnt-our hope;
I will give you forgotten light, unheard echos and the cast-off toys of countries.
I will give you secrets and whispers and silent sound,
thoughts and guesses and forgotten dreams.
I will give you poison and trash and scrap material,
Chemicals and elements and tiny pieces of existence.
And I will give you all the spaces in between.