Saturday, March 03, 2007
The flared match has an old face in it. The pair of hands moves and the glow does a young face. Then only two tiny sunsets are sucking wind in shadow’s cosmos. In the night the black ice rules, the dome of dark is endless and the dawn is after eternity. Drink the black water; ride the black wagon; laugh loud and full to drink the darkness. Do not look. You cannot see. Do not wait, the night is endless. Do not wish, this is the time of dreams and later is only the now you can’t avoid. It has already arrived against your wish. No matter where we go it is dark, no matter how many lights we turn on. We are naked and it is dark.