Windows Again

IMG_0437This morning
Quietly
Well before dawn’s shadowy light
It was decided that sunflowers would await my own eyes
And then I breathed
Fireflies flowed with truth they must bring
Tragic truth
Pieces of hearts strewn about
Little lives glowing with faith pick them tenderly
Up
Affix them
Together
It is daybreak soon and I run to the windows again

hinterland

Now comes the King

To the table

To dine

Neither filter nor manners concern him

How long the heathen’s reign 

How far reacheth the aid of his decrees

How fair the one who won’t curtsy to him on this path

White

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I maintain

I could have done without the black

I had to look a second time, and then a sixth

I see it still in the most unremarkable places

I looked upward and Life appeared

I saw its red against the White

I feel the black come over me

I eye up red against the white