A passion asked heaven for its lights and the wind for its symbols
“We don’t know where we’re going …”
The female—chases ghosts, stalks reflections, shadows, echoes.
Sudden—scatter into wings.
A wave explodes.
Syllables … are incandescent.
Playing … they open the mind—fracture silence.
We’re between blue and good evening.
Here begins vacant lots.
“Someone has closed the door.
The garden knew it. I saw …”
The passion, daughter of air … spins light and shadow.
Empty streets.
Loitering sparrows.
Rage’s rotten throne.
Tense brow.
“If all is lost!” … sadness of having come.
From the top of the afternoon, the builders come—straight down.
They are burning …
millions and millions of notes …
A passion asked heaven for its lights and the wind for its symbols “We don’t know where we’re going …” The female—chases ghosts, stalks reflections, shadows, echoes.
Sudden—scatter into wings. A wave explodes. Syllables … are incandescent. Playing … they open the mind—fracture silence.
We’re between blue and good evening. Here begins vacant lots. “Someone has closed the door. The garden knew it. I saw …”
The passion, daughter of air … spins light and shadow. Empty streets. Loitering sparrows. Rage’s rotten throne. Tense brow. “If all is lost!” … sadness of having come.
From the top of the afternoon, the builders come—straight down. They are burning … millions and millions of notes …
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