Silent Salute

In the black womb
of the night.

I stepped into itm
and see
the infant stars around me,
looking at them,
umbilical cords of darkness tie us into place.
I become nourished by the sky’s cold breath,
it flows through those black cords
like nutritious blood,
until
coldness and darkness cannot be separated,
in me or around me.
Until
my skin becomes an icy white,
just like those childish stars,
lost on their way to Heaven.
Icy white, dead icy white.
Go ahead, make a wish,
we refuse to answer anymore.