I came and it went by
I think I even thought
upon beauty on an edge
of day in a field.
swaying willows.
deep deluge down to dark.
colors of sunlight.
smell sharp of sunlight.
colors of love.
speak to me.
countlessly briefly.
nights passed
and the sun never went down.
©John Edward Smith Jr.
a solitary record of the Blackhole disease and the Queen’s advent, shattering presence and consuming love
Saturday, March 21, 2026
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