Alien stork…

Alien stork, refused by nesting chimneys, alone and hatched of non-existing eggs; arrived too early, leaving yet so gently, like the warm memory of a bed… And on, and on, so coloured yet so glassy, unseen, yet beaten and unstrained, no clouds, just water-bending sorrows, like a forgotten empty rain… No crimson banner, purple stairs, … Continue reading Alien stork…

Massada…

But who’s this blind-child of my lonely memory, unwanted morning yet unfollowed by another? Whose time we chew, whose banner do we tear apart; why bother? Alone, bewitched by what complete would mean if empty’s so rewarding, stand I and mourn… I’ve lost my mind, I’ve lost my senses and lost has grown the day … Continue reading Massada…