The Enemy

This feeling
like a memory has entered me
of the clear sky
alive with stars
touching both horizons
is the enemy
The walls know this
my world, the walls
and iron above
first and only sight of heaven
and yet the memory
is of clear water falling
iridescent with the night
collecting its many searchlights
above a cave in the rock
where death came
and found me
and my last sight
was of stars I have never seen

Shades of Dune in this one.

Photo by Davide Cultrera on Unsplash

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