When The Sun Rises [2015]

Resonance in the laughter of the Dahlias are amplified by Summer's sweet parfum. As uncanny were their songs, He lies there, untouched by all things sinister. Bothered is he; only by the minuscule particles of dust that dance around his face in the candescent sunlight. They too are desperate to sneak kisses from the bow of his lips. I watch them. And although I should be jealous, I swear, in this moment, those floating specks of all entities alive have never appeared so beautiful. I think its crazy. How particles create facets that matter; Something like Noah's creation of the ark. Derisory subjects have the aptitude to fulfill all things prodigious. Atoms that at first seem so inadequate have bonded together so beautifully to create such a man- of such heart and such soul and such divinity; Something like a god. And he just lies there... Untouched by all things sinister. So unbothered is he. But I swear, I could devour him.