Seeking photon light emissions, the result of molecular collisions, in just the right atmospheric conditions, I traverse the wilderness that is Northern Alaska in the cold-dead-calm, of the waxing crescent moon, this starless February night.
Where mesmerized by oxygen induced phosphorescent colors of near mystical proportion- I shout a challenge to the Universe- “Inject me with such vibrancy of color- or release me from this life- I live in only black and white.”
I draw a line through
Quivering black ink.
Written for Tanka Tuesday