The night was filled with a
severe tranquility.
Each pocket jingling and jangling
With emptiness.
Even the clouds were
Speechless.
Only holy silence of the untame.
Natural humility.
Clever disruption of all that
Which is frightening
And strange.
Unique, fresh
Perfect.
Boring.
The children began to smash things.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
The night was filled with a
severe tranquility.
Each pocket jingling and jangling
With emptiness.
Even the clouds were
Speechless.
Only holy silence of the untame.
Natural humility.
Clever disruption of all that
Which is frightening
And strange.
Unique, fresh
Perfect.
Boring.
The children began to smash things.
