[everything is a blur]
everything is a blur;
from the ancestry of willow trees
to a hollow speck
unidentifiable of its attributes—
mother sure is authoritative;
her misanthropy exerts
threats, endangering the mass
and sending them to
the void—heaven does not
account sinners—
the ceiling suspended: still
and lifeless;
the ground is shaking, excited
for a feast sure is to
come in a week—
dear maggots, at ease—
alas, the light arrives
as the coda hymns
yet its advent is abrupt
like a blur—
it has greatly forsaken me—
Ano daw?
I got lost cause everything was a blur.
*but yea, as always, nice one Russ