Birds of Fire...

The Little Death,

Sweet Oblivion;

only now

have I come to  know

the space between

Nothingness and Eternity,

returning me,

burnishing me;

that fault lies within

us, after all, Will,

for the Lesson

was long ago
but this Waking has taken

a different Meaning,

wonder what messages

I have gleaned

from the Infinite
Star Machines

that wake each of use

in their turn
and it seems

some of us wake

much earlier than most

making me wonder

if I am Kitchen Staff
or am I one of the Hosts

at this Cosmic Gathering,
or is it merely

a comical smattering,
Towers of Babel
and endless chattering

but one thing learned,

though I could always

be wrong,

on this still dark

(as usual) Morn,

I am not a guest...

Feb 24, 2015