Where We Contain the Precious
A Meaningless Excercise
......One thing is certain: tonight the rain is black, like soot. I was walking under it and felt it beating black and particulate against my surface. Though you can never be certain. One moment the sky is dark. The next it changes. Any moment it changes. Sometimes I hold my breath counting how many seconds it takes to change. It is a meaningless exercise. It will always change, no matter how long it takes......
Dreams of Outlanders
every time we trespass in floral ties and birth certificates
umbrella-blessed against harsh winds or sunshine.
we have a way of protecting ourselves,
dematerializing the way stars do against nights of neon and insomnia