Ashton Six

The universe was big once. After the sky eaters the stars shone bright. Space eaters stole the emptiness between stars, pulling them closer. The horizon shifts. God and all her creation fit inside a cardboard box; we say goodbye. When all distances are equal to zero all distances are equal. The words ‘friend’ and ‘stranger’ are the same to me. Dubuntu; I am not because we are not. With no edge to distinguish vertices we disintegrate into a new emptiness, for whoever comes next.