pt 6

The better part of today will be spent in elaborate relaxation, with the world. With the world at arm's length, and closer. With the softest parts of the body pressed up against the softest parts of the world. With the hinges rusting slowly down to a mound of rusty dust. Petals exploding everywhere, the blossoms couldn't hold them. With the peals of laughter echoing the walls. Held in the walls, in the room, suspended in the air, above the street. The edges of the window frames break via crown molding. You are outside/you are inside. The sun appears, the sun is dampened, the sun so long behind the cloud we turn the lamps on. In the photograph, the sun angles over the downspout and it is perfect. The end of the spout is totally black. Grey sticks cross each other on a platform. This is outside, inside. There is a window propped open & a lack of wiring.