Falling Knives
Deep black endless dark
Interspersed by scattered sparks
Falling up or falling down
Float in nothing all around
Sudden flash, burst of light
Scatters the inky dark of night
Falling knives in the skies
Caught one moment in our eyes
Streaking tails of dust and ice
Dancing stars gone in a trice
Cold and dead from hot and new
Brightly burn then fade from view
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