Living in the shadow of what is living without a head soft abscissa against the elegant order of the increasing curve the space of a breath .
Open the closet Enter into the unbinding of being objects standing guard out of their meticulous utility without the offer being made .
Let's not eat our white bread let the pigeons descend into the arena between concrete walls to peck the Viennese crumbs to cross the worry phone stuck to ear .
Pregnant her hand against her hair she causes then sits down fingers hidden by the metal upright of the canopy .
I get confused this twist seated hand to temple the bag at the bottom of the chair immobile .
She will tidy up vials and jars without forgetting the tea bags then close the door in a silent spring afternoon .
That a vapor covers the glass that arises the ooze of a vision may the master turn off the light we can then live in the shadows the calm delight of an endless day .
