Poetry in Motion

Poetry in Motion: Meditations

EDIT: I wrote the first draft of this poem after David Bowie and Alan Rickman’s death. This was uploaded the night before news broke of Prince’s passing. Rest in peace. 

The universe is in mourning sickness—

The celestial general flares

Across generations, constellations,

Rolling like temari balls or waterwheels;

Predestination, like prestigidation, predicts

The course of supernovas and supernaturalists alike.

Tragedy is always threefold.

But the final vanishing act

Must supersede what came on stage before.

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