In Space
is the silence so sacred
that stillness is a solace
to the spinning?
Are star lights
like dainty daisies that illuminate the night?
Is the earth
but a beacon of beauty
when viewed from afar,
so far that you cannot hear
Man and his kind
screaming?
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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Damien B. Donnelly 
The twist at the end is like a kick in the gut.
I know, I feel I should apologize 🤭
Don’t. We need more kicking in the gut. Shoot the sparkly unicorns!
I can’t imagine that silence, but the screaming, yes. 😦
Yes, the screaming is at breaking point now
Yes. . .sigh.