Sermonette

Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry.

Soak the yellowing rays of a sinking yolk in the formaldehyde of naked consciences.

Let it discolour the dead leaves swept into congested gutters, arteries, and let the sleepless city spiral in sinuous sighs towards it's denied peace.

But above all the sun sits it's heat permeates like roasting fires Please do not let my sun go down while you are still angry