Randy May … memory from 3 years ago … 8/16/2019
2 AM’s romantic rendition of a magic moon! Lunar lighting loves landscapes, like, alliteration always elevates, poetic prose. Shifting shadows say, “see some simple softness, where the shining silver slivers fail to flourish”. From a moon’s perspec-tive, you are blocking the twilight of the night, and still the Scout dogs hear only “blah, blah, blah”. Do we write to hear ourselves think? Convoluted confusion conveys chaos. Do I really need to read it to interpret my delusions? Aah, the madness midnight’s mystical magic moon moves into morning! Here we are at 4, and it still shines upon my door. “quoth the raven, ‘never more’.” Please God, “make me stop!”
