A calm wind scales the wall of my self stealthily. A slow chill tightens restful arms closing around the body. Hair rises, whispering on the nape of the neck.
Everywhere electric, everywhere more and more.
Every leaf vein, every knot of driftwood, every flower draped over rock edge, every fallen leaf, seed, bark, and insect. Every moment picture is crying, whispering, shouting, intoning that it exists and that it does not. It is up to you to kiss and never hold again this life.