Blindsided

Domino fur flying in his nightfull

Of cats prowling serpents

Across the bannister

Down the stairs

Flying into a false midnight's wake dawn

Kittens scamper

From startled searching naptime light



This rose is held window ward

To dawn's blackest void

No mourners in blank faces

No shrouds no eulogies

No rythmic grief waves

No doubt our windy selves

Blinded earth's evasive eyes



Whirling nations of dust can hold no congress

Can wage no war

Will spin in space without hate

They vanish

Into nothingness like a fast poolball

Down a corner pocket

Under watching snake eyes

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i believe that for all beings there is joy
and not the void