Wrinkle in Time

“Twinkle, twinkle little star.”

(With thanks to Jane Taylor)

Pinpoints of light shine within a dark velvet curtain like peepholes in the night.

Long dead stars twinkle; memories of ancient gases explode.

Night and darkness are older than infinity; silent winds move across the primaeval skies of living darkness.

We hide from the vastness above; within the softness of our beds, we burrow for safety within our heads.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 31 January 2018

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