Time as aRecursive lemniscateLooping matte black fabricThat exudes rosewood and tar
“No spring nor summer beauty hath such graceAs I have seen in one autumnal face”John Donne
Each day I wish for light. I’d wish upon a star if I could. But there’s none to see.
I share my light out.Why is it so dim? so small?darkness all around.
I can’t measure things for youI sense the shadows of insects moving under the SunSo, time has passed, that much.But I have…
Salty tears dropping, eternal darkness, feelings! Open an eye, light!
We recognize the things that are not thereA man walking with a stickA crow sits on a peaked roofSuffused…
Shine Light OnAncient castlesStoned thoughtScrapers of skies
“Light ran after meand hunted me down.”-Rumi