Quantum Physics

Hello tomorrow,
your stars are all ghastly sorrows
of light that has left us, bygone.

We burnt out so long ago;
blunt roach smoke;
ashes
to dust.

Light one
for those black lung'd up,
Coughing up endings.

Off in the distance,
they're already gone.
We just don't see it yet.

Light one, for those spliffin,
because you got it raw,
and find it hard to cope with existence.

It is at the end of a tunnel vision:
though surrounded by darkness,
if you focus, it gets closer.

I have been lost in the glare,
on the fringes of forever,
Praying upon fraying seems.

Lifting the last photons
to their rightly position.

They're bleeding, across the skies-
We will just never perceive it as such.
I look into the future, sometimes eye-

Feel it.

The light is bleeding through my fingers.
Because even though stars may burn out
the light will always linger,
into
infinity.