A Matter of Time
When I say those words,
to a friend, to myself, to the world,
or when they are said to me,
both joy and pain are joined,
end to end, the uroborus,
serpent consuming itself,
ancient infinity, fractal spiral,
Escher's Drawing Hands,
mirrors reflecting mirrors,
the night sky, the unknown,
the unseen, the unheard
ticking.
Seems I'm letting my own thoughts be my prompts for these poems. I was thinking (and can't even remember why now) how I once said to a friend "It's only a matter of time" - and I put that as the title on a blank sheet (digital of course) and just went with it wherever my mind wanted to take it.
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