“It takes courage to be afraid.” –Montaigne, Essays, III, 6 (1588)
Nothing scares the sun anymore. Not even sinking into the black sea. Not even the black sea and its power over sunsets. Not even the scars or parked cars on Sunday or the squirrels that dream of big things from the tops of enormous trees. Not even the sky and its embedded madness stands a chance against its nuclear dance.
Sometimes when the blue clutters the sky, the sun rawrs and tilts its ear toward the sea.
Sometimes the sky is a dark paradise. Sometimes the sun hears paradise calling from the abyss in a funny voice, can you hear the light?
Sometimes the sun is a delicious dream–
intersected by billions & billions.