zanzibar has sunk beautifully into my bleached bones.
being at the sea, the zanzibari sea, makes me travel far from myself.
as far as the moon,
which rose every night,
fortunately fat and full;
of histories and futures and majiks.
we were transfixed.
this moon led me to thinking about how people blink in life.
like little lights.
sometimes they blink louder
it led me to thinking, with certainty, about babies being born.
new little blinking lights.
blinking fast like foetal hearts.
it led me to thinking, with dead certainty, about people dying.
little lights going out.
like dead stars.
you see them but they aren't there.
lover's lights being marginally fatter and brighter
-(than everyone else's)-
across great continents of darkness,
this way and that.
souls moving closer to their cluster.
the lights grow brighter
this zanzibar moon confirmed everything.
i have to be there.
toodely toot, y'all. do not adjust your sets. yet. bisous X.X.X. mercurial ones x j