Saturday, September 3, 2016

Blue earth, Red sun


Earth will end on a Sunday.
The sun will have had its best days behind...
The moon, long retired, makes wax figurines.
So we are all stars.
Nothing disappears without direction,
even inside itself.
Concentrate.
The ethereal essence is growing without us.
Earth, like a sponge, porous
we take it all in until full
dripping with light.
And just like deja vu, we knew

Earth will end on a Sunday.



Drawing (pen, ink, graphite) by William Blake [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. The great red dragon and the woman clothed with the sun.

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