Parenthesis

Not a star, not a prophet’s inspiration

Light graces pugnacious waves. Through my eyes, it looks at galaxies. Having escaped the sun’s inferno, it turns into angelic substance and reflects upon its own nature.

The sun hasn’t set and there’s no light. O the obscure clarity out of which we are made.

For whom does dawn open my eye’s window,

Let your back lie on the water and be a raft for birds, then in the middle of the night, dive. Your ears will ring, spit fire; the waters will remember that once they were you.

Latest news: and who framed the universe, who and for whom? I created it for the sake of clouds, and all the stars behind. For light’s light. For the sea, to be.

Follow me into the endless night (I can bring your fears to life) Show me yours and I'll show you mine (Meet me in the woods tonight)

I belong bodily to the earth I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first There are many more flames when mine is gone They will build me no shrines and sing me no songs

It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future.