20:26, Monday 23/05
with a soft purse of silky lips,
that fall onto the slick street,
silver with light,
like the sun as it approaches the horizon.
Like the sun; just before it begins its job;
fall down the side of the earth, sun,
like the peak of a mountain,
and looking down,
rocks skitter down,
down the jagged edge,
like a lump in custard,
like standing forward on the tips of your toes
with nothing to support you:
I am brighter than sunlight.
And all that follows is void of such promise;
that single hour that
Khonsu is welcomed
and allowed to kill us all.
That single, amber circle
A flaught with maps;
When the world was just one garden
From one end to the next,
And all the rivers were neighbours who
ran away before they realised
how beautiful this was.
It is here,
the end of
['All The Light We Cannot See', written by Anthony Doerr]