Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Direction


The pod pulls past
super slow

And in one way
the future is seen
in a second

Under notions of nightsky temerity
when moon rises and shines
and stars fall and flame out

The past twinkles
inset overhead

A fine line
between the living
and the dying
dissipates

when we look too long...



Image credit By C.R. O'Dell (Vanderbilt University) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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