Things above. Things below . Which one is it that we know ?
They coexist in light and dark by love. It depends on eyes and their direction.
Ancient coloured wall grows from the pale grey side of amputated Parisian flats in a greenery of Holocaust by monastic wisdom.
Rain on blue asphalt, from the the gutter see the sky, pink and burgundy rust and cracked wall abide in beautiful decay.
Outside St. Sulplice in black by angled shadows of the 4 o’clock sun, on a street corner of St. Germaine.
F. Scott’s optometrist’s eyes in the sky look down on Paris.
Light on the Seine where wall holds in people of the Isle and solitary tree entreats the sky.
