Ash Wednesday

Yesterday I still went powdered and addicted Into the many-colored sounding world. Today everything has long since drowned. Here is a thing. There is a thing. Something seems like this. Something seems otherwise. How easily someone blows out The whole flowering earth. The sky is cold and blue. Or the moon is yellow and flat. A forest has many individual trees. There's nothing more to cry about. There's nothing more to scream about. Where am I -