speeds lightning a jettrail of life
as if to instantly weave a magic
these scopeless stilleyes
break out in babyblinks
vividly reminisce
some fairytale page
in an often acutely constricting
tubular rimmed dotting spirals
that dims to a drained nowhere
– a portal’s ascendance
this
a humbly palish yellow
tiny moth -of a destined
intersecting times
just a moment it thrills
by its avatar presence
in oaring flutterbys
-kisses its mirrorself
and the next
its gone
still stamps allover
its image. it’s eternity
fiery lit burning eyes
despite blank screens
defies vehemently
the patterning existential
ephemeral shadows
formlessly shaping truths
in infinite dream imprints
Pic credit: Daniel Merriam/ “Eye of tye Storm” Giclee on Canvas