My eyes are flashingin search of an adventureexperienced during a day of sunseen again nowfor a billionth of a second of thought. In the cascade of sacred memoriesI count my soft ambitionsfor coloured fleshwith changing reflectionsof a momen...
My eyes are flashing
in search of an adventure
experienced during a day of sun
seen again now
for a billionth of a second of thought.
In the cascade of sacred memories
I count my soft ambitions
for coloured flesh
with changing reflections
of a moment perhaps dead in reality
but not in my cells.