Blackout (Day 10, Again)

(Had another one in me.)


In my dreams last night
I saw the stars so well
that I could make out constellations
like I did when I was a kid.

They popped, white on deep blue
high contrast twinkles so amazing
that everything else in my dream
stopped and I pointed upward, smiling.

Just as I was searching for Orion
the alarm went off and I woke up
returned to a world where my
blindness paints the night skies black.

When I was in college I would
sneak into Mack Park after midnight
and lay down on a low hill
just absorbing infinity.

Tonight there will be nothing but ink
to peer up into from the back porch
a metaphor for that dark future
where infinity absorbs me.



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Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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One Response to Blackout (Day 10, Again)

  1. Judi Grewell says:

    Your imagery not only paints a wonderful picture, it is also infused with energy.

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