scruta

I took you off the shelf and flipped through you quickly
I swear I saw something in the pages
Dark, deep and intriguing
A note? A secret? An error?
A confession?
I’ve been reading through you ever since
Looking for it

From all sides, from all heights, everyone throughout the world converges to catch a glimpse of you. On the pavement, through the cracks of buildings, they witness your golden glow. Others see you only briefly from their highrise conference rooms as you sink lower into pink. Others climb to the heights to behold even that final purple and blue of you as you fade slowly into the shining neon of the night.

Here I am, ever chasing you, ever trying to see you from every angle, ever staring even as your lingering radiance flashes in my eyes, threatening to blind me.