Ataraxia Colouring Nocturnal Lemons
Flakes of lights
Flakes of voices
Wherever pirouetted
Like a primigenial chaos
Like a futurist site
Gushing rainbows
Gushing darkness
Evaporated we...
Ethereal we...
In the glass dome
Flakes of light
While clementines and lemons
Rest
In the sharp teeth
Of fire-clay fishes