What sweet madness we possessÂ
when straight time is at our throat;
our breath flows under duress;
pure respiration is a threat:
Inspiration is release,
so find your form and do begin
to set intentions to the East,
where lunar cycles do begin:
Sun and Luna, lunar light;
radiant depths across the frame
of the painting – day and night
share their colors, notes and name:
And when sun and moon oppose
the truth will pop out on your nose!
urbansonnets 