Cosmic Blinks
by Odin Roark

The final cry
came only once
in present dark night
after years of fending off
fate's fingers and hands prying
brain and heart to give up innocence
leaving life crumpled like paper whose words
there upon became discarded as waste fueling new fire
ever stoked by cold iron having rested seasons
readying the next cyclic winds mixing
yesterday into today's forever
reminding umbilical threads
cut this moment offer
precious time for
birthing cries
rising from
the light
of day