Tigers in the Light
Tigers slowly prowl into extinction.
The last rare
undiscovered, unnamed bug
dies
- a million years of conscious gravity
departs for other realms.
Energy shifts, it is more volatile than fire,
more expansive than any sky,
Energy; you and I,
we may wish it,
but it can never die.
Somewhere a tiger and a bug
become a multiple reality,
alternative parallels
that renew what we deemed lost.
Suchness happens.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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