Betelgeuse dims,
Orion’s bold imprint against the night lessens

When the star burns out
the face of heaven will change

Moments we miss for not looking up
where stars die every day

There is more empty space,
less matter than appears
(she is more distant)
to be

We perish once
every lifetime

With infinite stars it is likely
one dies each tick of time

Constellations adapt to new sky,
radiance catches up over the years

People change

Chagall – 2020