around the earth
tiny, blue
speckled with clouds
in the midst of the blackness
the lifeless light of the stars
we watch as it spins
as if aware of our own fate
when there is none
across the ragged shores
strewn with rocks
washed up by the sea
pockmarked with campfires
of a million years—
carried by time and fate
we are where we are
so why not wait
a little more?
she rests
in the clouds
exposing it all
to those below
traveling back
before Creation
she breathes in
all the life
in its elemental form
all around
in nightshade dreams—
the lion, the bull,
and the One
who sees it all