The Dark Folding of the Light
One day or night I will lay
in the dark folding of the light.
One cool breath will be lilting
inside the hollow of my corpse,
another breath will be warming
one drop of nectar.
Gone will be all thoughts
of butterfly or phoenix,
nor any luminous tunnel.
I will not be better or worse
than I am now.
Just this,
Mind will then be painting itself
with a much finer brush.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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