Living In Reverse

Pages opened to welcome a new flavour withstanding and pungent. The magnitude of each night comes shoveled in like coal, like dirt, like mud thrifted from nature to be burned for heat recycled within the body. Shine carried by the pink sleeve of the pearl white sky creaks and croaks rabbit holes. Then the day comes, finally with its joy of work, purpose, and wondering over each moment’s significance. The morning sun sets the curtain time for bedtime for dreams. Another one is over. Another one will begin.