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Halle BoppeIt blew and it blew.

I was stood legs apart,

my eyes closed (but it wasn’t dark)

The whistling wind, slamming, engulfing my body

Below this cliff the swell,

it’s fine spray finding my bared pours

My nose deciphers heath from ocean

Two hundred feet above

No longer a pillar,

a scarecrow stance enhanced this dance

Reversing a blink reveals more than the moon,

fully exposed on this nocturnal adventure

Crescendos constantly eroding

Glitter from a galaxy awakening,

teasing in dreamland.

Solitude, visions and aspirations

Serotonin spewing silently in here

drowning the fear,

raising omniscient devils

Divine pretensions bury indoctrinated conventions

This is God

as timeless as the stars.

I see the comet returning to the Oort

out of sight but never my mind.

Stonehenge pillars, upright and complete

marked this tail of the century

That graced this lifetime with it’s aura

Flying through Taurus and Borealis

now vibrant on the horizon

Plasma collisions from life’s light

star of our solar sphere home

George

And his mamma cried…:P

I tapped cautiously my finger. You scurried that way, only you can do. Upside down on the bathroom ceiling, making me remember your intricacies. All woven in nature’s genial design of air expelling hairs on your feet that allow you traction anywhere.

Macro camera focus on your reptilian armour. Smooth scales but gossamer thin, skeletal, bare.

You’re tragically wasting away. Starving by the looks of the plastic lid bulging painfully in your thorax. Mistaken lunch, or supper perhaps?

I pity I could not help you, or it out.

And those eyes; unique exoplanets and exotic in their own right. Hazel opals with a blunt logo of your former self.  I can see that in your deathly iris.  Inside, infinitely black, endless, yet calm. Perhaps where you departed so easily to, and surprising…no…shocking me.

Or was it I you?

By falling with your half grown new tail. First, onto my lens. Then, I studied your featherweight in my palm. Intrigued and inspiring me to interpret you with this poem come epitaph. When perhaps your days doing your duty were more deserving of a psalm.

You were always going in to the light. In this life for bugs and now perhaps immortality…that makes me smile a bit. Thinking of you in that heavenly place where all the ghosts of your victims await you to devour them all over again.

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