Maand: december 2015

Suddenly,
a golden city
when just now it
was drabby grey

Then the sun
colours the sky
and the gold
has gone away

The sunlight lightly
strokes my skin
as I begin
to drown

But before too long
the light unlasts;
the grey comes
back in town

I can’t seem to
move the light,
make the warm
beams stay

I hug the dark
and ask it if
it could never
again go away.

Do you
REALLY
think

there’s
ANYTHING
important

about the way
YOU
live ?

The fly
ATTEMPTED

to ask
the spider.