the moon rises
the night passes
each tick of the clock
slips past
before i can catch it
some day
we all say goodbye
to everyone we love
but as long as i’m here
on my back
paying attention
i can bring the whole
rollicking clockwork to a
stop –
frozen, preserved
like a butterfly mounted
to a card of cork
iridescent wings
on display
under a bright cone of
moonlight
circling the darkness
pinned against
time
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What a wonderful word picture, I'm going to use it for my mindful practice!!!
You are still captivating my attention and I'm fooled into believing but wait it isn't finished...omw... brilliance... absolute brilliance...👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼