NOW
by
ADAM PARRY
It spins, spiral over,
roving over, mixing in the light,
the mile wide motes
and the unutterable absence,
places of wonder hove into view. While volcanoes within
turn us to ashy patina across the world.
It is colours, new spectrums,
an orgy of spring going by slowly,
lifted by a coil of time.
In the cold, cold of space
these nuclear summer times.
A home, in this moment
this moment of now.
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