Nebulous
an\' ain\'t that flamin\' fabulous.
all circles dissolve.
Watching swirling the ghostly oily turnings
of stars to be we get sucked into the clouds.
It must be universal this rehearsal for a greater
thing.
and we fight between ourselves.
It gets Messier but he\'s long gone.
Like this and that these become random in
a series of repeating echoes,
fading as we all will.
still,
it\'s good to see and be within
the sphere that sits in space
and able to spin
a tale.