Time lapse

Go;

the people wake the morning up,

they rise the sun up,

they breathe the rain out,

they expect you to know their routine, to be it.  

I write the night and the morning to be the same

in a timeless place of time.

I see no sun and no moon, but the people crafting them.

Go;

every place in every time

is loneliness and fuss;

a fuss around the world;

moving endlessly,

uniquely in fashion;

we all say we are unique,

but our crafts are the same:

Art.

October 25, 2015,

Samothraki.