Micropoetry 12-4-2019

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


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