Suchasunset,
yewshouldaseenit, if

you were free to pay attention

it or one similar is trending east
from west on a December
snow track, as the tri-layer cloud
currency whirls in time
passing by,

listen, this sunset today,
on my daughter's birthday,
may I be indulged,
aloud I laugh, I am the guy
with the jinn in a pen of liquid crystal.

ledimbyledimbyledimby
lulabylulaby la la I make my own magic

let me in,
who aart thou crying
let me in,
another I I see, who is whom
in these occurrencies past
times changames,

spin a wish into a tale with no end,
and send out you spiders to signal
see we saw you see, you saw
you know.

This sunset, trite to say, says my
mean feminine blind judge,
whispers, meaning with pathos
contend… stretch the point,
bring it to a head,

and find pathetic you

alone in a wilderness familiar
feeling
okeh, there's
another, an other, feeling, less
disconciliated,
more connected with the convergence
of Jupiter and Saturn,
beyond my sunset
in the foreground,

recall the feeling of painting with wind,
do that again.