nothing…

Nothing

and then

something is ignited.

A match? Our eyes?

Waking up defies our oblivion

as we assemble the real pieces

of the world into a cryptic puzzle.

Each day is a rebirth of our senses,

for the bird’s song is different, and the orange

tastes like the flesh of the sun, unlike our blood.

Anterior
Anterior

The Labyrinth

Siguiente
Siguiente

dawn