I am terminal
in all regards
but will never die -
how am I?
as nothing.
do you watch the bosom
circle the room
like a wave
slides along
a face of stone
whose face has long
been obscured?
the seventh sense draws
my eye to a small
flickering in a system
much larger than earth
as waves converge
sound light
harmony and color
wisdom
life wants to infect you
and self is too large a loss?
narcissus, you are certain
to lose yourself in the mirrors
you mis-take for doors
listen a moment.
Author Bio:
Natalie J Volk prefers sitting with nature to sitting among humans, save for her husband who she sits with often and loves always. Natalie could write an alphabet book with her illnesses but she prefers to fill herself with light and cater to her Rottweilers’ many (many) needs.
in all regards
but will never die -
how am I?
as nothing.
do you watch the bosom
circle the room
like a wave
slides along
a face of stone
whose face has long
been obscured?
the seventh sense draws
my eye to a small
flickering in a system
much larger than earth
as waves converge
sound light
harmony and color
wisdom
life wants to infect you
and self is too large a loss?
narcissus, you are certain
to lose yourself in the mirrors
you mis-take for doors
listen a moment.
Author Bio:
Natalie J Volk prefers sitting with nature to sitting among humans, save for her husband who she sits with often and loves always. Natalie could write an alphabet book with her illnesses but she prefers to fill herself with light and cater to her Rottweilers’ many (many) needs.
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