Liberties

I. All time indeterminate now so this might be late or early and hardly a day in itself. Call it infernal nevertheless with my first move a descent into air thick with lamentation. I mean tension in the clock as it works towards sunrise and fear becomes natural law. * Starlings in the tree opposite are ghosts from hollow graves and green leaves denote death. Any loud chorus no longer is natural breaking such deep hush and human greetings anonymous. Forget also courtesies of touch its delicious extended sentences and bracing diamond texture. * Which reminds me to make clear after speaking droplets of spittle will stay airborne eight seconds. Long enough anyone might think to question what does and does not remain subject to our attention. If I mention my old man’s hands with their liver sots and arthritis is that worth the risk of expression. * Interest does inflate a little in the novelty of insults inflicted eg cuticles cracked with washing. Or specs fogged with breath funneled behind the face mask and if oniony never that good. Not to mention regions destitute where the homicide rate holds up that being too important to fail. * There is still noticing however. there is the shining eye-machine in the quiet remnants of life. Impatient I might be elsewhere but still favor neglected things and continue democratic in that. Littleness being one form of life on the bleak shore or otherwise inclined to seek the silent floods. 2. Midday purgatorial stroll allowed and today’s high tide a black cut-out the harbour at this time exactly fits. Matching forms and the cormorant also adaptive in its timely practice vanishing then bobbing up well fed. An angel too it goes without saying there is one skims the silent flood inviting me on