Issue 2,  Poetry

Nothing Lasts by David Estringel

Stars fall 
against the murk  
of the night sky, 
a rain of fireflies,  
dying in mid-flight,  
hurtling, 
heralding,  
upon gentle heads blow, 
cruel truths. 
Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts. 


Listen to the harmony
that inaudible peal 
(Ong), 
that sets heavenly bodies to spin,  
amidst everchanging kaleidoscopes 
of the Void’s sacred geometries, 
pulling, 
tugging at Fate, 
with the waxing 
and waning  
of single points of light. 
Nothing lasts.  Nothing lasts.


We,  
the kings and queens  
of planets and moons, 
tread upon paths 
of celestial dust 
wishing, searching 
to join hands in communion 
with the witnesses  
to our ignorant freefall into The Bottomless. 
Nothing lasts.  Nothing lasts.


*Previously published in Terror House Magazine in November 2018

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David Estringel is poet and writer of fiction, creative non-fiction, & essays. His work has been accepted and/or published by Specter Magazine, Literary Juice, Foliate Oak Magazine, Indiana Review, Terror House Magazine, Expat Press, 50 Haikus, littledeathlit, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Route 7, and The Good Men Project. Currently a Contributing Editor (fiction) at Red Fez and editor/weekly columnist at The Good Men Project. David Estringel can be found on Twitter (@The_Booky_Man).

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