Requiem for the Daytime Sleep

about sensibility and insensibility, about the shift of generations

it rains with eyes without eyelids

slithering through stuck windows

between men left thoughtless

without remembering the dead 

never dressing in their Sunday clothes

feeling no more lavender scent

only round eyes gathered in heaps

wide open eyeballs in sub-urban polar nights

 

the children and the old and the saint relics

stay right like moist matches

in forgotten boxes in locked drawers

in pantries without electricity circuits

the rain found them beyond any wall

no one was left to care about darkness

Reviews

[sienikeha]

hmmm. thoughtful. ...