After the rain, the sun is not forced to appear
At the push of the wrong button hidden under the clouds.
Clapping your hands at the white wall-
Inner mind that revolves around nothing,
Reversing itself under the weight of non-action-
May not mean applause at all.

Heart filled with clowns,
Absent joy.
Just a wet box of matches,
Carrying lightning inside.

Not anymore, no promise of never,
Yet, a thread of compressed agony,
To be passed on, by the pain of the tearing needle,
From one layer to the other,
From the age of consent to the age of submission,
From the coal to the wannabe diamond.

Just after the Hatred,
Love is vanishing, instead of reinforcing its rainbow,
Its invisible rainbow, not to be seen, just heard.
Dies Irae
Sine amori.

remember the light bulbs,
and banish the sun,
because who needs more than incandescence to guide him
or her
on the shaken solitary path?

The expelled angel is above all the schools,
Such as in...
heart embracing another heart, above
all clouds.