There was an enigma of a songbird,
saddened by the vastness of the landscape,
hollow eyes in her hands, the bird with wicked golden feathers
beaming sunrays of the octopus-like radiance. Content, condemned.
She played the angélique she has never learned to play.
Luminescent being — that she was.

luminescent | bratislava | january 2020
35mm | vintage µ[mju:]-II limited