Silence and the Sun
-The soft sweeping breeze of spring turns violent in the embrace of storms water breaks free of restraints, colliding against us, this earth, in the way tears fall summer scorches through, only after we have suffered the inundations after the floods have carried us off when we’ve no footing left, or place everything dries and becomes parched in the gaze of the sun’s face, indifferent like the fallen tears, long since dried, no longer recalled or mourned or felt time is like this, we are like this, breath and breeze collide and cease, like this oceans, restless in their tossing, […]