A wonder to behold
All parts whirling synchrony
All dancers, young and old
But mostly the other bodies
Are far away, bright but cold
Far-flung I, desert rose of stars
Watching the Universe unfold
In patterns brightly ordered
Marching to an unseen goal
A mysterious culmination
Or an endless story told?
Collapsing in upon itself
Down the wyvern's hole!
©️🧿Donna Maurice poem 2020
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