It was night

it was night and the stars made me think of the speckled skin of a rainbow trout. I concentrated on feeling the stars below me–me hanging from the bottom of the Earth like an iron filing.

I watched the red coals clouded by the embers they were becomming and thought of the birth of a star in the cold of space. how different star fire is, I think, than the flames I’m familiar with.

clouds came and I could only see the stars in patches. with concentration I was able to invert the foreground and background, but that’s lie. I wasn’t able to.

the sounds of waves grew louder in the darkness. i imagined all the starlight shining on the sea, warming it slightly. I huddled closer to my fire.


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