We keep trying to break free of the shackles, Marcus, colour outside the lines, draw upside down rainbows that straddle the horizon, until we realise that all we’ve done is shifted the lines, moved the horizon, locked ourselves into a different box and painted a sky we can bear to look at.
Connecting the dots along the rim of our fears…our ignorance…
And everything beyond that boundary, beyond that safety net, becomes part of a dark night, with its strange whispers, flashing eyes and swallowed secrets, a night that will destroy us if we sleep, that will haunt us if we stay awake, a night that deserves to be annihilated by the mask of day.
To know the beauty of night, you have to let the wind uncover the moon and stars on your bit of pretend sky.
what does the russet autumn
know of spring