Galaxies spin out of sight
far out in this selfsame night
where I attempt to journey in
to universes within my skin.
Whole worlds inside that I can’t know.
I feel sometimes they guide me, though.
How else explain my need to range
into environments more strange.
Like many, thinking I’m unique
when many others who also seek
share a larger journey all,
trapped together on this ball
that spins our world through time and space
taking us all to the same place!
The sun has burned the day away
and set the sea on fire
turning a glowing pathway
into a funeral pyre.
She, too, has left her day behind,
shed like a soiled dress.
What tomorrow holds for her
She has no need to guess.
Dark Against Light
The universe’s fine maquette is light on dark and dry on wet— her quietness and stillness set against the thrum of castanet. It is a sort of etiquette: opposite versus opposite. Victory gauged against regret. Sunrise followed by sunset. Every lottery and bet boundless riches as well as debt. It does no good to fuss and fret. This irony is all we get— nature one pure brightness set as backdrop to our silhouette.
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The prompt today is one of the prettiest words in the English language: silhouette.
I’m lying awake when I should be snoring, but falling asleep is simply too boring. Lying here quiet with nothing to do with nothing to listen to, nothing to view just makes me restless, unable to snooze. I need some amusement, a snifter of booze— something to make me forget to recall that falling asleep’s not the end of it all. I cannot help but resent this time wasted when things could be written or looked at or tasted instead of just lying inert in my bed with my eyes shut but images filling my head that tend to confuse and to fill and encumber this time that good sense says should be spent in slumber.