HOÀNG-ÂN: The Digital Universe
Electronic ground. Digital skies. Morning smoke. Coffee brings back the sweetness of sugarcane sugar. White chocolate. Gifts for a god. I am in dead middle; the transition between the porious and the rigid to reach healthy as in a leaking circle. Lipstick red velvet kisses. Black velvet trailing gown. Black velvet night absorping in cold velvet rooms. Doors closed shut counting out the number. Cards on the table. The house dealing out the chances measuring fate. Frank Sinatra whispered Lady Luck please be my lady this round.
