Windows that Keep
Was working on this photo I took, and I had this poem download to me. if you're on a phone, view the image an arms length away, because it changes "things".
Resist and create. Visions of incongruent megalopolis towers, hemmed by concreted windows, looking up and downcast, shallow emptiness sewn in a sordid city night as I wallow on my feet, there in my mind and in the street I teeter on my knees. The light passing through windows, oh how they keep. The light passing, the light passing, passing through, pass-ing, passing through, through, through win-dows, oh how they keep.













