the gentle collapsing of every surface

The midnight moon shows every bone.

I inhale blue-white air.
All petty things on earth
Have turned into fireflies.
The city is a carcass.

No life
Can match this pure light.
Outside the window
Sky and earth exchange silver.
In the moonlight I forget I’m human.

The final rehearsal
For all things,
soundless.
The moon on the floor,
Lighting my feet.

Every human is an artist. The dream of your life is to make beautiful art. -- Don Miguel Ruiz

“Movie directors, or should I say people who create things, are very greedy and they can never be satisfied. That’s why they keep on working. I’ve been able to work for so long because I think, ‘Next time, I’ll make something good.'”

“It is the power of memory that gives rise to the power of imagination.”