The Moon last night can not — will not — be represented here nor the disgruntled feel of our Deep Time ancestors Now — here — In our early morning moments — we are left to explain these sudden bursts of colors to give meaning to the flotsam floating by And to acknowledge the everyday paradise of our lives is not always photogenic or comfortable but it remains paradise nonetheless Off to see the pre-colonial ruins of empire, y’all
Much Love,
Con/Jur/d, 1/5/2022