We all get smaller
as the universe expands
the world fades both ends
Life’s center looms large
dimmed creation’s fire is quenched
where no sighs exist
Long still reckoned pause
deep rumble, ground gears, next shift
gentle momentum
Young girls with flourish
fan pleated flower bouquets
start us up again
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Tomorrow, in retrospect,
wasn’t even the case.
You got all caught up on the eve
and then caved in.
It was supposed to flow
to where it turns back on itself.
That’s what we said;
we agreed to a point.
A kalpa only,
not a moment longer.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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