vat of moon dust / reflections at 1am / light still shines at night

To be absorbed in

to a vat of moon

dust, and reflections

with a dash

of humor,

following smoke signals,

would be

utterly cosmic,

and only fitting

after

This.

After, well,

You,

and you,

and you.

After

all of

you.

Friends,

and

lovers

alike.

People who

have burned

seemingly, deep into

the signals, only to

wander in to sight

Again when

I least

expect.

Time cannot

be linear,

because I

am not experiencing

it linearly.

The smoke clears

brings Us back;

present moment

extinguished

though, in the

“present”

we are extinguished.

I have no

edits, or notes

No notes!

I just wish

sometimes

time wasn’t as

linear.

because

then people

wouldn’t

blow away as often

as they do.