only

bright stars streaking
from nowhere
to nowhere

all in our minds actually
no such thing as no

only where

we’re not in that where
can only imagine and not really
only know our own fire
hurtling through our own

darkness

from this where to that
contemplating bright stars
streaking
bright souls winking
in and out

of existence

streaking from
one where
to another

perhaps
.
.
.
2003
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© 2003, 2017 . William C. Eberle