Sunday, March 13, 2016

7915. THINGS I CANNOT SAY

THINGS I CANNOT SAY
Well here it is nearly Easter once 
more and the list of things is endless. 
Materials I cannot specify; things I 
cannot say. The Moon arrives as 
crescent  -  something meant to 
grow and shine in silence. Yet,
what if it made a growing noise 
as it went along its course, what 
then would we do? And, I dare to 
say, it does: the rip and tear of that
staying in space, while moving. 
The heaviness of elemental being. 
All objects, removed to their place.
(All good things shall rise again?)

2 comments:

Martin Kloess said...

Enjoyed this thank you for sharing

gary j. introne said...

Thanks, back, Martin. gar