Outlet Of Outer Space Poem by Michael Webb

Upon the barren blackness of the heavens
There lies a quiet, longing, small star
In search of an outlet in outer space

Earths' equivalent hinges between worlds 6 and 7
Trapped in violent humanity, viewing from afar
Seeking an outlet in outer space

Dying to be heard before being consumed
Under the weight of time
A white dwarf to become

Living lifeless, in his tomb
Gazing at a mirror in the sky
Atop a ladders' crippled rung

The dimming light has begun to regress
Vanishing like a phantom in the night
Escaping away from its place

Gravity seems to increase upon his chest
Breathlessly, beautifully giving in without fight
Venturing into my outlet in outer space