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 . © 2003, 2017 . William C. Eberle