bright stars streaking
from nowhere
to nowhere
all in our minds actually
no such thing as no
only where
we’re not in that where
can only imagine and not really
only know our own fire
hurtling through our own
darkness
from this where to that
contemplating bright stars
streaking
bright souls winking
in and out
of existence
streaking from
one where
to another
perhaps
.
.
.
2003
.
© 2003, 2017 . William C. Eberle
