In the eye of the cyclone
the most important event
has never taken place. Stillness
holds the world in narcissistic trance:
silent greyness contemplating itself
under a dead star of spider dreams
in a galaxy you cannot escape.
You hold your breath without daring to whisper.
This eternity may be your last;
nature cannot die, so must suffer longest.
Published in Ecozona
S.C. Flynn 