Thanks to Wikimedia for the photograph.

In silence I breathe deep epochs of time
drenched in an untainted ill-fit world
slipping from my brow as a young child in their fathers boot
dirty romps ‘neath stars
with stars bright in my eyes as I stagger
back searching,
failing to find words that do justice to the depth
each twinkling a wink from a mistress
a come now from the siren
succubi tempting the gods who created them to their well warranted deaths
leaving behind footprints
from which rain fills lakes and oceans
for the skies to view itself as Narcissus would


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