onsdag 12 mars 2014

The Fly

Anna Carlbro




High pitched buzzing from a dying fly
Eruptions of sudden frenzy
Fly, dance for me, then die
You’ve got your boards
See, the ray of sun is yours
I, your watchful audience in silent admiration
This is your time
Your brief moment of infinite time
My life like yours is a fragment of the Universe
An unseen passage out of darkness into darkness