Months and Months of Moons and then a Sun

In the evenings there was darkness and in the mornings there wasn’t, so we worked as if it were normal and made love in the alcoves of the afternoon in the homes we constructed as if we were birds building a nest. Seven hundred years later, we thought, all this will not matter, but it did not expire our hopes, no, it did not make us eat less turkey or stuff our sack-like bodies into the car less or buy a different kind of peanut butter but actually increased the amount of hugs we gave and the amount of scarves we knitted and we even started playing records again. It isn’t such a feat, we believed, to build skyscrapers but to walk on two legs and to talk with a tongue and to record music and to carry it with us like money or to see with the eyes of a pen travelling in the pocket of a famous writer, yes, yes, we laughed, these are the redefinitions that should plaster the halls which separate the past from the future, this is the graffiti that should be inked upon the heart, such are the missing advertisements written by the PR department of heaven.