Like pastel saccharine taste of cotton candy,
a cacophonous blur of colors pass by
through a tiny window into different worlds.
For a moment, the smell of sewers and inflammatory burns are forgotten.
To return back to face the emptiness,
the helpless vanity that seeks my answers,
is one so tempting to postpone indefinitely
by closing one eye or tilting the head.
Nonetheless,
the sun rises again,
the answer is demanded.
11.13.2025
Ralph with Coffee 