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?)