The Unseen

The world fled on, its silent ellipse
Inscribing great arcs in the empty night.
Others pass and take no heed,
Theirs a colder and more bitter business.
Meanwhile kingdoms rise, send out their empty explorers
And pass away into dust.
A single watcher may observe some years hence,
But that ripple will be a long time in coming.

The quiet prow presses onward,
Cutting through the solar wind
That casts the eerie glow of the North;
An invisible bowsprit on a ship of silence.

© Phil Corbluth

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2 thoughts on “The Unseen

  1. Phil, have you read any of Robert Reed’s, Great Ship books (Marrow, Well of Stars, and, The Greatship)? I have a sneaking suspicion you’d love his style. His writing excites me, and it reminds me of your style.

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