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The Sky is a Fountain

            after The Well of Stars, artist Osnat Tzadok


feeding an ebony pool.  Points of light

dance like fish, darting in and out

of night’s expanse.  Transfixed,

I watch them swim and swirl,

weaving trails of infinity

my eyes could never follow. 

I swallow the impossibility like acid,

praying it will dissolve me

into ash-like bits, fodder

for millennia’s mouths.

November 16, 2015