beneath a speckle

beneath a speckled sky of constellations I watch a meteor flash by without a second glance it streaks a birthday-sparkler line drawn in an arc towards the south horizon past the ending of this world spinning on its axis in a sweeping bend that circles laps around the star we call the sun but get … Continue reading beneath a speckle

my place in nothing

and how could I not worship when I turn my face towards the sky there are stars there designed to over-fill my head with an idea of what small is and my place within the scheme and I know I am nothing but who else is there to gaze wide open to the colours within … Continue reading my place in nothing