A Folding of the Light
On that day or night
I will lay myself down
somewhere between
the folding of the light.
Gone will be all thoughts
of metaphoric butterfly or phoenix,
nor any luminous tunnel.
I will not be better or worse
than I am now.
Just this,
mind will commence
to paint itself
with a far finer brush.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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