They looked up


The unending sky used as a reference point for infinity

Knowing that, while the ground below was infinite,

The ground could not be seen without drawing memory

Memories full of wrinkles and politics, shame and pride

Memories full of duties and expectations

The sky, kept clean of bloodshed,

Stood for everything we ever were, but had forgotten



Betsy Calabaza

blooms — crazy rants masked as abstract experimental philosophy. s/o CS Peirce