Where The Stars

This never ending spiral
Helter-skelter or egg timer
Tipped, I plummet
Flipped, I rise
So easy to pour
So much harder to stop
Base greased and fast
No grip for the wicked
No eventuality given
None wanted
Unsure if the sun rises
Or sets
An over-easy egg mid-turn
Burning in gold
Simmering in saffron
Hanging in the sky
Where the night
Where the stars
Where the peace of closed eyelids
Mind rested
Body grateful
Please tell me
Is it there?

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