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Crespuscular scene reminiscent of Hopper(?), though he represented the 'unknown'/untamed nature as being dark & foreboding, and the known (civilisation) as familiar, mundane, almost banal - uncomfortable neighbours. Here & now, the familiar semisuburban landfill is nebulous & anonymous, whereas the unknown, the infinite is light - seductive. I would like to die in a sunset, burn up in a cataclysmic flash of cathartic beauty - a magnificent moment of meaninglessness, which reminds me...
staring
empty-eyed
at lost fragments of a day resigning
shapeless shattered pieces falling
jagged edges gleaming
as sunset bleeds its truths and harsh realities
furious and flagrant
as unevening sky pales - recoils in pain
and burns immense and insignificant
light dripping down pallid cheeks
transient, impotent, ephemeral
waiting.
waiting..
waiting...
for you to breathe life into another day
I am currently listening to:
The Strokes - Juice Box - The Storm, in association with imminent expiration
My current mood can best be described as:
lemoncholic
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