A rare blue stillness awaits me at three
electric sleep and low idle
hums
This scissored presence moves
closed and blunt
under roof, between walls,
muffled in cotton
picking
up soft words, I sort them,
line up and accumulate these
in stacked strips
with varying lengths-All
leaning against the left
alone
to translate for the birds
already practicing
their mock speeches and weighing the scales
like me, less
to say, we both prepare to navigate
afloat on the surface
cast in the floodlight of suns rays
songs again
tend to dissipate.
Illustration for Dante's Purgatorio 09
by Gustave Doré
by Gustave Doré
First image By Shibata Zeshin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
