From the ruby throated humming burns a burst of brittle somethings loved
as we remember better times, from vicious days that were...
At the falling of its maker, promise ends
for the bravest of our betting is but pennies in the fountain
take a moment to attend the honour promises deserve
then return into the light, a brighter soul...
January If we are not careful can collapse in on itself. To some, in the darkened hemisphere, it can be like standing barefoot in a bucket of cold water staring down the bleak North wind, salted eyes, seeing nothing more than an accident of birth.
Divorce and suicide rates run high in this first of months.
Nothing, is always, as , always is nothing and we were born to feel something in between the birth and death of everything. Sensorial, corporeal, our matter is a moment to no-one but our minds.