Hushing into white light,
Switching onto cool hue,
Shifting into sun sky.
In a blooming city full of contradictions,
the heart is an empty room.
Two sidesteps off the road,
the heart is like a glass vacuum.
Faces like knives, no reception
from the old roses blooming in the wrecks.
Shine on, petrify.
Embassy of backwards ideals.
Rain like spikes on
the nudeness of the second self.
Carry on, forget.
The truth like an exhausted solar eclipse.
The Moon passes between the Sun and Earth.
All is calm again, all is near.
Totality exists only along a narrow path
on Earth's surface traced by the Moon's shadow.
On the wall, there's a wooden case
with transparent layers of words:
Have wild imaginings,
and perfect calm.
Imagine yourself magic.
Gaea Bookings / Henri Koskiniemi