Day Glow
What remains to keep when we are locked in the sleep chamber like dirty sisters who lost their god devotions? The world's basin fills with the water of radio waves announcing the arrival of storms, alerts that lost information in translation. You turn inside out by the window from light's heat flashes. You open the window and call out to the streets below full of burnt in shadows, that a new dawn will come tomorrow. We are one step closer to IT. Whatever it is. People don't listen anymore to street preachers, or walled up sisters who clasp their porcelain chipped hands and pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. It's the aura of the phones. The glow of the new digital day. Worship and obey.