In the Midst of Darkness

A soft crystal dust from the glass of the cloudy ceiling silently pours into the pond. A soft, weightless dust. The huge houses have fallen asleep on the far-off margins. The cars, hunched in place, lie without coming and going without dreams. The soft crystal dust wells up from the heart of the moon pours into the pond: brimming with desire it caresses it kisses as if a great love had awakened: a pure body finds life in the arms of love. The dark pond stirs far from sight, in the midst of darkness: with thousands upon thousands of glimmers like diamonds like an ocean in the blaze of the noon sun...