OPTIONAL POETRY

[Albedo]* No stars, but the city lights over-compensate at night– this is still the world of the living. All these towers are lit up in all sorts of hues, incandescent warmth, white and cool blues, as more diffuse clouds come in over the bay, and on their belly, a feeble pink reflection– the sky between is void, matte and colorless, an unanswered question, a voice left hanging– just think of a photon traveling across the […]