Not Me

Not Me

There is no transfer,

no shooting of the ghost

across town or time

or species of beast.

No beaming

or streaming

through cosmic

or copper wires.


I am dead,


not me.

And yet,

and yet

wherever there’s an eye,

I may be,



not the same snuffed candle

but another light,

a separate flame,

maybe roaring or sputtering

or soaring,

a shot in the dark,

a spark in the sky,

not this me, never

again, no,

yet I

Featured image: Van Gogh's "Starry Night"  

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Mark R. Vickers

I am a writer, analyst, futurist and researcher. I've spent most of my working life as an editor and manager for research organizations focusing on social, business, technology, HR and management trends. But, perhaps more to the point for this blog, I'm curious about the universe and the myriad, often mysterious relationships therein.

6 thoughts on “Not Me”

  1. WOW! What a poem to o with “Starry Nights” painting!!! Very bold & very thoughtful insight Mark!
    Thank you for giving us a FOLLOW @BellaDharma an BellaSita’ss Purrfect Pad…..
    Feel free to browse thru’ archives’ there are alot of cool posts (because my cats do the writing) & some fairly decent photos (taken by me).
    Sincerely, BellaSita Mum aka Sherri-Ellen & **purrss** BellaDharma

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