A flicker of candle flame,
from the ledges of the porcelain,
milky white,
reflection-less window pane.
The drop of water on a nearby leaf
cuddles the flickering flame.
Dark night shatters
and tightens around a throat.
Prism, white and muddy black,
all hit the sky before it was too late...
a white, fluffy white
perfect cloud
passed it by.
White sky.
I dropped a black rock I was holding
in my fist.
I dropped it on the floor
of the dark and muddy
dirt and rain
which had fallen
the night before.
White sky.
Why did it pass?
There was no more sun,
no more light
and no more flame.
A cat in the distance
turned and opened her mouth.
She purred.
She said "hello" in her own kitty way.
I blinked.
The world went dark.
My eyes stayed closed.
Soft. Still.
Silent wind.
Nothing around.
Black rain again,
(I think.)
Or the moon paused
and it is time to sink.
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