luminous points [ and skin structures of an aching soul

because how long

can you write about sugar and dust ?

forever

if the wind blows

from under the things that bloom from you

even under the snow,

eternal things

and those ashtrays filled with stars

that once screamed into the cosmos,

begging for the release of the erupting light

barely a fracture of a second in someone’s life

just a seed

falling in your opened hands

that one night, so long ago

when all there was to see

was just the moon

and you

.