Forged in man’s minerals, the brassy orator
Laying my ghost in metal.
My half ghost in armour hold hard in deaths corridor,
To my man-iron sidle. Dylan Thomas
Caravaggioing the room the space
Playing with your heart and mind
Loving the reason – without, the reason.
An echo is heard…
Emphasing the decision is made.
There is no going back.
Better a bitter ending than an endless bitterness. Persian proverb
The sky is scarred by the black cloud the dragonfly
Cuts toward its wanton wake:
There is still innocence life is here-and-there
A private chaotic architecture
The life breathes the silken air of the soul
Upon a canvas of experience
Living in the night storms torment
And in tomorrow’s tomorrow.
Until they begin again.
With regret and satisfaction once the day is done.