Dusk

Liquid clouds form 

Dancing garbled rainbows

Restless, ever moving

Taking every bit of space

On my spectacles.

I sit still oblivious

To the black, small ants

That wage a war of formic acid

Against my calves whose screams

Are only manifested in small, red dots.

Sunsets, indeed

Have their ways

Of arresting time, and torment.

Note: Inspired by the sunset at home in Mindanao. I just finished my afternoon tea when I wrote this.