Ha, I get it.
The shine is from a
wet cloud against
a sun
that stands in the rain.
I get that
the way the gloss
shimmers
and you don’t want that-
the rain.
you don’t like the flash.
the drips. the wetness like
hair growing over your face.
you don’t like the way
the hood moves in the
light.
you don’t like the way
the glass reflects images
of a second there and
a second now.
(And how they are the same.)
but the sun is
against us.
*(So is the light! Collusion? How
can’t it be)*
Look away!
didn’t you hear?
the light wants to show off,
the light wants to prove you never had it.
the light wants to illuminate the sound
of things we can’t hear
of things we set aside
of things we think others want
to
see.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Ha, I get it.
The shine is from a
wet cloud against
a sun
that stands in the rain.
I get that
the way the gloss
shimmers
and you don’t want that-
the rain.
you don’t like the flash.
the drips. the wetness like
hair growing over your face.
you don’t like the way
the hood moves in the
light.
you don’t like the way
the glass reflects images
of a second there and
a second now.
(And how they are the same.)
but the sun is
against us.
*(So is the light! Collusion? How
can’t it be)*
Look away!
didn’t you hear?
the light wants to show off,
the light wants to prove you never had it.
the light wants to illuminate the sound
of things we can’t hear
of things we set aside
of things we think others want
to
see.
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