
Early Moon
The light washed off the dark of these old familiar things.
I felt the light shinning in the ring of suns morning and I recalled the colours and the shapes and the stories that they bring.
The people saw the light shinning on these old familiar things and they walked and rested, and breathed, got dressed, worked, and consumed... in any logical order... they saw the light shinning on these old familiar things..... A field of illuminated fixtures, an amorphous reality, the resonance sings in generic similarities. A mundanity in some respect, but to those who look closely a constant peculiarity.




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