Standing out,
the lights hitting right where it should hit
a hand tries to grab a flower
but the wind races and takes it first.
Standing out,
it is stuck between those black walls
perfect violet circle in a black frame,
the dark side of the moon is
showing there.
Standing out,
a violet sun
gazed at me
and charmed me by its eyes.
Stepping in,
I try and grab it
but the wind raced me
and broke me into pieces.
Paralysed,
I see the petal,
these charming snakes fall off its head
and fly away.
Perfect circle in a black box
is gone with the wind
and all that is left is black
I step out.