Too Late



A world upended –

oh, how the mighty are fallen! –

will crash at the slightest touch,

the simplest negation of a nod. How


did her sphere of influence

shrink so small? How came this

significance unsignified? No

neurons carved integrated


pathways, nor relational

infrastructure; all looked

inward, mirror to a tiny

galaxy. Too, too late for


microcosm to expand at the

speed of living’s light; too, too

root-bound to escape the pot.

When molecule drops,


so will all expectations

into the river of the forgotten,

the scum to earthen pond’s

hoary crust of the damned.

11 comments on “Too Late

  1. Bravo dear, literally this is eclipsing !

  2. Robert Rife says:

    One of your best so far. Easily.

  3. lydiaa5656 says:

    Simple incredible.

  4. Heidi Viars says:

    The picture is amazing … especially the reflection in that drop … indeed “mirror of a tiny galaxy” … thanks, Mel, for sharing your gifts with the world!

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