Blood-red sky sits upon navy clouds. Splashes of charcoal-gray above one great celestial
Puddle pursued by lesser configurations. They do not mingle but maintain
Identities of individuality. Nature hovers over mankind’s electric bulbs.
Tonight, I see no stars. But the ground is stardust. Flickering, sparkling,
Enticing, alluring. Horizons far, far away—combined with fear and
Frequently dismay. The colors are the emotions of the soul. Always seeking
Construction of the whole. The sun and moon never have to choose; they simply
Follow courses. Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are up above
The world so high, you are a diamond in the sky, upon which dangle the
Dreams and drooling fantasies of those transgressed, seeking always to
Possess qualities never to exist, according to
Nature’s laws of existence.