daughter of the sun — a conversation with something incomprehensible.
the very last of the rays hit the windowIt desires to shine more,sits behind the curtainsyour eyes to close. It became extremely somber,and inconsolableunable to be omnipresent… Oh, but it’s there, they are there,where brightness blinds vision.Capture its thereness with your soul.“A transient visitor,” screams a toddler. Everybody, come greet her.It’s celestial, it is indeed […]
beggin’ for the blues
They were playing bluesover hurdles, subways,and moving trains. A busy city screaming,yet they were all playing. What a disgrace—all of them stompingover muddy puddles. A lot of them dead,a lot of them born that day,but even the toddlerswere playing blues. Oh, I’d never seensuch a catastrophic thing—atrocities,a bunch of felonies,meteorites falling, yet they allwere beggingfor […]