Like a primal scream, this seems to capture some central human archetype of fear. The 2nd line is the key, the stark image of terror. The final line puts it in context, though I might have tried to capture the feeling of terror through describing action if possible (though certainly no better line comes to mind -- this one seems to have captured the feeling quite well).

Both sad and profound, this poem prophesies a cataclysmic end to a universe and does it with a direct personal reference. I love it.

Sad. Beautiful. Space travel is like this.

I can feel this bubble tickling at my throat. This is immediacy at its best.

Anonymous achieves a humorously shocking attitude. I love the directness, in fact, the lack of subtlety in this particular poem. It dramatically stereotypes a genre and a whole world-view.

Starrise in the south--
        crystals stitched on
                unknown star-scapes