he's at it again



Just like that the light turned on.
Faded fragments came together
to form a cosmic chain of weather,
synthesized from molten ties,
a rapture caught before my eyes.
And just like that:
the light turned on.
From shades of blue and grayish hues,
to something such as nothing much.
Staring straight ahead of you,
there’s nothing much oh nothing much.
And as if an air had swept the room
To steal the air in front of you:
Just like that the light turned off.