Our Man in Europe/Belize, Dave Delacroix; "I walked into the Sun!"
...I walked into the Sun, a Panama hat, feet thru my sandals: HOT COALS! A delirium, maybe it was the Whisky-my dehydrated Soul? Maybe many things, past bruises & stings? Where did I GO so long ago before I walked into the Sun?
I walked into the Sun. Nobody held my hand, no Fear nor Favor, no clutch to restrain/to wring my Heart? Just basic despair, "economy-brand" that tattoos a gangster of Love, left with the tide, beached, and no place to hide?
I walk into the Sun, a twilight fright....to shrivel...in eternities night! Poets & Songsters will sing my glory, glory-fleeting in the memory of none. A silence-ROARS!!!
I walked into the Sun. Like any fool? A Panama hat. Sandals or Italian hand-made shoes? ICARUS with wings made of wax, before he flew. A kiss to a girl, a fond-rendezvous, I took my arrogance, my wit & flippancy into GOD'S chamber. I walked INTO the Sun. Yet lonely glow.
c.2025/dave delacroix/Lord Borgo.
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