Day: April 20, 2021
Vertical poem Eleventh 1.3
A writing that withstands bad weather,
that can be read beneath sun or rain,
beneath howling or night,
beneath the nakedness of time.
A writing that withstands the infinite,
cracks that spread like pollen,
reading without the gods’ pity,
the desert’s illiterate reading.
A writing that resists
absolute bad weather.
A writing than can be read
even in death.

The writing of Helaena C Moon
I have no right to be handling humans today. They are far too fragile, far too weak… and I am plagued with a murderous mind.
Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/
