Twinkling's
Starry night,
looking up
into the big circle of everything.
Time is a wet dog
shaking off water,
white cats slip
in and out
of dark rooms.
Catherine Wheels
spiral in
watching eyes.
Nothing is happening anywhere
it already happened.
Twinkling's
in the cold black -
nothing beyond that
matters.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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