With isolation;
A silent phone
An empty house;
No need to get up
No need to go out.
Spaces widen
As between stars
And seasons switch
In Doppler effect
From blue shift
To desolate red.
No need
To sublimate
Only accept
My state;
Comings and goings
Relative motion;
No destination
In a vacuum.
Eventually
Gravity weakens,
What joins us
Non existent…
Rarefied
Empty of life
A mere smudge of light
in endless night.