Shadow Dance
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

THE SMOKY MIRROR

Nothing, no one is anything, ever.
This cosmos fades, unnoted in the Night,
A ripple on the formless sea,
a sigh in the Great Beast's sleep.
Long dead stars stare blind
while eons, like snowflakes,
fall back into oblivion,
cryptic messages that melt
as they touch our startled eyes.

I am lost in the emptiness,
alone, fear-filled and futile.
I am lost and everything is losing.
I am but a helpless ghost that haunts this life.
And my howl is unheard.
Alone, athirst in a sea of sand.
Alone and in terror of the need-beast that is me.
In the swift dissolving of time,
in the blurred gyrations of mind,
I am nothing, no one
is anything, ever.

 

 

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