day 89

would be punished if the wind did not blow tonight - and painted the sky blank -
impossible it was since the wind blew and the sky was painted red
and I could not see the half-crescent moon, veiled behind the angry clouds.
O, aggrieved by the torture that it would be forgotten and the colour would change again,
I see no reason to look forward to the blue morning sky.
pity that the wind did not blow through your low windows in the house,
while those curtains veiled nothing and protected nothing.
are you knocking on screens that will not break?
are you singing songs that no one understands?

we grow so silent, so silent, so patiently silent.
we grow so still, so still, so desperately still.
So,
if the moonlight steals into your dark paradise, beware that it's only half-bright.
we are lighter, but not light enough to float.
if the sunlight steals into your dark paradise, beware that it'll be full-bright.
we are heavier, and the weight holds us to the ground.

silence or stillness are not the only necessary conditions for the appreciation of our future.
lasting psychic hypotheses, proven not by the necessary past events,
but by the mere raging fire that could not be put out (we refuse to put them out).
we remember too often, the things that hurt.
we remember too little, the things that heal.

be touched not by the perturbing orbits of celestial shooting stars that must certainly and eventually swerve into oblivion.
be touched by the gentle and firm hands that are forever invisible and does almost nothing to comfort us.

Your weight is a consequence of forces and their sum.

We create friction!
SO,

Be thrown, into the being that you will be.


twirl,
swerve,
deformed into a ball of fire.
We won't have time,
to be;
returning to who we are
twirl,
swerve,
broken down into pieces,
We won't have time,
to stop.

We are suspended.
drop,
and we'll be fine.
top
of the world that we are to about to leave from.

no country for us.
but somewhere beyond our imagination.

(We may not always have the right words to say - but since they have been uttered, they can only be right and are thrown into a momentary existence.)

(Be kind to yourself, you only die once.

Grow up, grow up.)