The kid saw a tired, dead face as the speckles of light disappeared behind his ears.
The robes, the bones, present in the water, present in the sunset,
Present in the quietness, the silent place,
in the tranquility of the night and in the peace of time.
The robe over the bones, present in her tired face
The insignificant, the never present, now always the ever-present and ubiquitous
What would become happiness, what would become joy
became sadness, became remorse.