Golden Bullets (Balles d'or)

CREDO
I have my own pocket Credo
but don’t you repeat it to the gossipy winds
or to the passing crowd
people would laugh at you
I believe
that the sun is an egg of light
laid by the night
that prayer rains down as a shower of fruits
into the basket of our offered hands
that stars are burning souls
that the earth is an […]