Waiting To Blink

Eating circles in the sky 
I ask you to step outside 
the space. It was time! 

I will alter the succession 
of flesh to spirit. 
Sky was overcast, when 
mercury was falling. 

The thread breaks. Your 
theory falls without wings. 
Chandeliers chase the�"� 
shadows on the walls. 

You start collecting the 
tomorrow and the morrows. 
There were no more yester- 
days. Ashes will stay in urns. 

The grass remains wet with dew!