Marcella Durand

from in this world
previous to ours

Light and noise echo off the complex of buildings,
then red, orange, yellow—sequence of colors with
no order, no reason, no logos. Spectacle
and disruption. Each flower of lights is splintered
fire and where heat is noise and a thunderclap of
conflict between heat cold heat movement light heat sound.
It grows in echo to become unbearable,
in collection strength, multiply fierce on eyes, ears.