Dance Steps
If you’re not clouded by flesh
you’ll feel it - your verge shifts,
A bright brim begins to look at the stars
as if they were your own eyes
looking back at you.
You are over the tip of a reach; a brink,
where you seed worlds
with the artwork of a fertile mind.
Keep rekindling neuronal flares upon that fringe,
elderly men and women have been known,
to dance a step or two, right there
at the shimmering edge
of life and death.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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