i took a knife to the clouds
and slice after slice, I separated out
the sun from the sky,
leaving empty black space
and all the stars dotting the landscape.
then I too my pen,
and wrote in living colors on dark canvas, my self defense
the questions flashed against
and gave new radiance
to my eyes
“i once was blind, but now
i unbelieve”, every new blink said to me
what i earlier confessed,
that behind the clouds and the sun
there is nothing left.