2017 June 19
Existence
Take the stars they trust me to read, thoughts of the recorded as if were poems as my memories, the words I see as emotions of others I hear in my prayers, the wind being raised before it blows as light fades into the universe, take the joy the voices bring as they surrender to history at the mere mention of the future, then break me on the island of time, in the ocean of light, as a million pieces of an eon’s existence in the blink of an eye to filter the light.