Ravaged by winds of time
tormented by blind fate
heart impaled,
lips skewered,
eyes sewn shut,
we mourn
our brief moment
in existence;

Unmindful of star-patterns,
ever-emergent sentient spirals,
self-revealing transmutations of desire:

past/present/future selves
revolving through
eternal now.

c. Linda Falorio - from a dream, 1.24.89