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