the days are so short, and now night has bleached day with a disseminating dye so bleak that it seems that wide eyes are the same as closed eyelids with the sun shining in(or was I falling asleep?) anticipation kisses clouds and suffocates the moon and the stars(they blaze white and glow red with alarm but you are blinded already); time is a statue of subtlety, rushing by on nebulous feet and still--
(you thought you had resorted to the frozen things)
these days are frozen in autumn.
(I finally got a flickr: [http://www.flickr.com/juliaventise]. )