Speck

Up, down, East, West
Cronos tries his level best
to exude constancy
on a sphere ever more concious
that South and North are nought
have brought aggression twixt antipodes
repression, one to another
sister, brother
widowed lover, childless mother

Noticed from no other sphere
far or near
Still we fear we are not here;
we are nothing
John on Patmos,
merely sky above him;
cold, afraid,
but looking…

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