October 30, 2011 § Leave a Comment
A gesture of morning. Legs crossed and set to rest. The radiator redounds, steam pushing. Wood creak without any pressure, no one passes, no one moves, but walls shift and careen. Light cast on the street, up the street, by the intersection, the light intersects outside up the street. To digital clock insistences. Reflection of windows. On windows. Waking hard drive spin, creaking up, set to move, gesture of waking. Sleeping breaths in other rooms, surrounded. Not in half light, in no light. But bright.