Does the sun miss a planet that has been ejected, or did it escape?
Running away from the figure to run into the cosmos farther away, travelling farther. Keeping its own heart.
Not as hot as a place with a light, but if it fell, if it existed in a lower place.
If heat could exist in the beyond the light, in a wandering garden,
Without a sun.
Eternal night, the beings that could exist.
What would a culture of eternal night be like?
Where to look when there is no one?
In the darkness, the darkest of nights,
But out there, where billions must be visible,
Lights unseen drowned out by our own light,
What does the farthest and most lonely see?
Billions of stars as they fly free.
Does the sun still burn for the one that fled?
Looking out into the revolving orbs, the one is missing and cannot be found.
The orderly disorder, of an orb in the light.
Without the love that can be spread from the very middle that gives love to the world,
Without the fire, would there be fire?
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