It’s almost midnight. I’m walking through the quiet campus streets, cloaked in the light darkness of a spring evening. The spring blossoms have arrived, pushing out from their pregnant buds. I can only see them in the fluorescent glow of the street lamps, but they are beautiful. The seasons cycle turned again, An april shower now and then, Trees came alive, And the bees left their hive, They came out to see you and the blossom.
It’s 4:51 in the morning. Hold your tongue. There is no safety zone. Neutrality has collapsed. Time goes by from year to year, and no one asks why I am standing here. But I have my answer as I look to the sky. This is the time of no reply. The time of no reply is calling me to stay. There`s no hello and no goodbye, To leave there is no way.
On the hour, at five. Safe in the womb, I have no choice but to live. And I live well. And I am nourished. And I am born, and reborn, and reborn. And in between, I die.