Evening Harmony

35mm film photography souped in one of my experimental film soup recipes.

The violin trembles like a wounded heart, A tender heart that hates the huge black void The sky is sad and beautiful like a vast altar The sun has drowned in its congealing blood

A tender heart that hates the huge, black void Is gathering from the luminous past what dreams remain The sun has drowned in its congealing blood, And like a glowing marvel, your memory shines in me