Back at the beginning again -
An empty room, a window
The room -
Disordered
Forgotten
The window and beyond -
Reduced to a blur
Though the
Grime tinted patina
Of desperation
In this space
Simple gestures
Of light and shadow
Suspend the
Ghosts of memory
Yet even the light is jealous of their permanence -
See how it
Caresses them
With such a lovely way
Of violence?