Third Shift of the Sun
Ample space in a tight corner only the mind can reach Demarcation of will, recognition of distance only the eyes can see The gap between now and never, the end, only the soul can feel The middle point, a place where the Sun resides in water The reality of tomorrow is separated by sounds of insects and colours of round balls in sockets But is tomorrow really a reality, when does it start? The sun changes its cloth three times a day, the 3 rd is a bath that takes away glow and shine The routine third shift of the hardworking sun, the start of tomorrow At the 3 rd shift, the workman comes home for his bath In the arms of the same women beaten up during the day, the daily routine of passion and pain The sun never goes to bed. Wrapped in the embrace of his familiar stranger, he looks up at his space The uncertainty of no existence, the promise of reward, a destination lost somewhere in time The map is the soul and the fulfillment is a...