The following is a poem written by an aquaintence. I have, without permission or concern, parodied his work. Enjoy!

Starless Night
by David Wilson

Floating limbless
Limitless, listless
No skin to bind me in
No eyes to blind my mind’s
Sight; the truth, absolute
The absence of veils
The void of concepts-
Notions, time sense, common
Sensation.
Floating limbless
In the vacuum of common experience
Behind the wall of sleep
Alone.
My own formlessness
A reflection of this starless night.
The looking glass clearly
That transcends weight, being, shape.
Still.
Silent.
Complete.
A universe blank
A marble slab untouched,
No will polluting purity
No carving hand shaping
Just limbo
No starlight to distract
The vacuum of space and
Dim consciousness
A universe in no need of
A big bang.
Peace.
Void.
Chaos and the stillness of it.



Night: Starless
by Sara Nell

I am sleeping on a star-
less night. The vacant dis-
traction of a summer’s flight.
Night, Nip;
I am only nubs.
A creature of such plight,
Deserted on a windless night.
Oh, give me arm! so I may be
creature fair as she
who has more limbs than me.
Whoa.
Ho.
So show to me what would be the light
to a limbless man who has no sight.
Ne’er a person know,
what’s different so
from the stump that grows. Tran-
send me now, so I may float,
upon this line
I wrote.
“Quote me not!” Oh, bitter
night, starless in your windless
bite. You know of me little
more,
than the artisan out-
side my door. I tell him so con-
sistantly: “I wish to stay,
I do not want a hand to play!
Allow to me a solid stone, limb-
less as I be. For care
not I—behind this common hump.
My very stumpliness
the mirror of this bliss-
less night.”
Speak soft.
Speak not.
Stumpy and the starless night.