How can the same irrational approval …
which, in the midst of it all,
Incarcerated a strong thread of flawlessness…
just erase the “next minutes”?
… like the present was there, but not alleged,
whereas the past forgotten in a dim-witted future.
How can it not be understood
with a raw and justified raison d'être?
The flower they loved so deeply
turned grey for a second of coma
in the sleeping Neverland.
Was this tree not the one which,
after all, possessed matchless leafs?
One soft wave of make-believe
and they are all unrecognizable yellows
Why does the wind blow in spite of everything?
And how can coldness burn like an open fire?

Sunday, November 16, 2008
1:00:10 AM