Still

now my eyes can only see cosmos
when they are closed
visions of eternity design frescos
in spinning stars

behind cloak of sight
comfort in their disarray
I am in control of my night
the only place chaos is calm

to park my mind for a spell
lose myself, willingly
…would it be so bad
if I left this hell?

hell that tries to pass for life
all that is steady evades
mocking my drifting strife
grasping in vain, slipping away


nothing is as it seems
but when eyes
planted shut within a pretty place

are closed so very tight:

I could be still
while
cosmos swirls


~ Emily C.

6.20.17

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