M’illumino, d’immenso

I leave my dreams to race towards the earth. I want to get there before it opens for business.

I’ll be the first in the queue to get the first free offer of light as it starts up another day.

To take the first of dawn.

As it is sweeping into the windswept Gulf of Bothnia.

Or cracking over those rough stoned goat-fields in Casamagioli.

Or squeezing out of a solitary lemon tree above Luxembourg City.

Or pushing in amongst the honking wild boars of the Forest of Zonza. Or filtering through the Bahnhof of Berlin Zoo.

Or cutting up the cobbles between the Trabants of Lublin.

Or fattening and sweetening the black cherries of the Alpines.

Or tripping across the hang bridge over the still lake at Luzerne.

Or gusting as dark winds through the forests of Finland.

Or breaking over a peasant hut in that hot Corsican meadow.

Or misting in veils around the Schloss of the Pfauen Insel. Or lacing the traceries of the spiders in situ.

Or here:

In a bedsit of boredom amidst the Crackheads of Suburbia.

I flood myself with the light of the immense

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