A Certain Radiance
The clinging dawn. The likeness between the bottomless marsh and the starry sky.At the observation site, recurring cold waves. Vomit and feces stain Ungrateful Child Ave.The struggling engine of a private taxi. Reverberations and popped collars. The seasons depart.To stay, to leave, equally fruitless. Leaves crash land on a lake. An assertive smile.Retina. Scatter. Sorrow. Sorrow.
(Bodies rise and fall in unison. In a residential area, the evening scene’s hangnail.Wishes never granted. The view towards tomorrow. The seasons visit.The journey never begun. The day, the time, the child’s smile.Backseat memories. Things lost. Sorrow. Sorrow.)
The radiance of an explosive life in a certain place and time. Twinkle.To sprint, or the radiance of a satellite that alights before it falls. Twinkle.Though the whole body is broken. Though rotted from burning agony.So it was. So it was. Radiant.
The real image stitched by twisted Ego. A belt line. At the berth of imprisoned body, spirituality.In the hard floor of the gym’s storage room, a gouge. The laugh of one pardoned their death rings out at one in the morning.Alongside the fallen gas station, loneliness. The wrath of the altruist.Day by day. Sensitivity fades away. Happiness is relative. Human nature abridged.Focus. Noise. Sorrow. Sorrow.
(The dead of night, a spot on the blackout curtain. Inertial movement to fill the space.Nosebleed, falling in large drops that spread. The isolation of a life cut off.A flapping company flag and a depraved crow. Debauchery lacking self-awareness.Sensitivity dies. On happiness, a price tag. The indirect denial of being.Lies. Sorrow. Sorrow)