complex coloured human forms and strings of violin or viola

and the sandman
a hollow
empty nester
in whom a light is suddenly switched on
we’d said never again
would we care for children
and then we broke our promise
the music of our life


a 19th century child in a black costume with leather chest belt draws a sword from a scabbard

so draw your sword
or draw the moon
as a juvenile head to rise over
high over
the kingdom of the soon to be dead
which is just
another type of lie