In the rings of the golden sun,
colors coalesce with one another;
underneath the green, graffiti haze,
two packs of cigarettes break bread with Death.

The world inside the golden sun
is not a one
of roaring stars and kindest destiny--
rather, one of sundered dreams and hopeful contemplation.

Under the shade of the embossed twilight,
the softest of drums can be heard
above the sound
of the teetering

distance.