The rain is coming.
\nThe sky is gray as a tarnished spoon.
\nTo the south is a horizon of blue.
\nSo day starts.
\nEarth divides its territories.
\nIn the far south of this world
\nis snow.
\nIn the far north…
\nis snow.
\nThe constellations lie in a box
\nof diamonds,
\nthe planets are a broach of topaz.<\/p>\n
I do not take this timeless place
\nfor granted.
\nLike a mouse I gaze upon a mansion,
\nand nibble at eternity.
\nI see the tapestry of a great kingdom
\nand go through doors.
\nMy mortality is measured
\nby the coming of ages,
\neach living
\nin a day like no other.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The rain is coming. The sky is gray as a tarnished spoon. To the south is a horizon of blue. So day starts. Earth divides…<\/p>\n