Posted on August 12, 2016 by Nik


poetry – I mean,
who fucking has time for poetry?


there is a moment
when the light hits you
and you don’t feel


a radiance obliterating
every atom and
as you stand
basking, blissful, desolate
at the edge
of the world

galactic core
in you, beaming
the centre
your heart


in you, aligned
the answer to everything
that there is none and
everything exists only


in this moment


but if you move
this moment
will be lost, yet


celestial mechanics
unrelenting, the earth rises
 in you, and still
the day