Take my final utterance…
Take my final utterance and disperse it below, avoiding the mention of heathens hanging by the edges of denuded moonlights and visions steeped in worry for the possibility that refused the piercing psalm of the one-eyed cockcrow.
Consume this docile flower with my laughter in mind, and the slight stroke of your hand against where my face used to be. Recall the quiet sway of brittle trees poised for celebratory gyrations in honor of disjointed myths and weather-beaten pantheons
of mindless gods.
Art: “La bonne aventure” René Magritte