Black crows

I keep looking up at the sky thinking that I see a flock of crows or something flying past.

It is just my eyes doing their radiation tricks- new vision- different vision

Little black holes- areas of empty space
where I can fly and be free
free of worries
because nothing matters
I am nothing but a bit of matter
returning to dust slowly over time
the vision occurs in the empty space
Black holes of time---

gifted to me again today.