Byzantine Geographica

[pennywise]

light strikes the world
prismatically
creating a sense of immediacy
full of color
reflecting pale greens and autumn orange
layered beneath shocking blues of crisp skyscape

stark contrast excites the breath
while moment strings to moment
and heaven is filled with shooting stars
streaking layered galaxies and stardust
objectively
without animus

or living like
a santa anna wind
blowing out from the shocked bleach of desert hardpan
to the fragrant seafoam and deep blue nothing of seals and sharks

a byzantine geographica

this is a day like any other on earth
just as much as it is not

 

[pennywise]

ok on second thought this is kind of gay