brushed in place, clothed a hue of fire
a world away
all of its own
autonomy awaits discovery - an invitation to explore
the moment, the day slows just so,
man's hour forlorn
as knowledge fades with light
man crashing on another age's shore.
the sky answers reverberating maybe the most ancient profundity of all: silence, of all around and more.
silently the sky witnesses the madmen who descend upon mortals like mice, social units they are,
entombed as cultural shadows scurrying around for enamored permanence.
c'est la vie, mon cheri,
an Amen of the truest
spied in the sky over the moon evidences in a child's lullaby and a whispered fairytale, too.
and we rush into the noise again
forgetting who we are -
statues formed too soon, misshapen;
lost altogther in the sound.