stir ashes with twigs tonight.

introduced early to
discrete disappearances
new water in the corridor
revels no surprises
there blinks the eyes that
are past eyes,
and and a mouth filled with
black straw smolders
in silence
knowing the footsteps that
echo, knowing the breath
that fills the chamber walls,
each moment a brick that
builds the room of life where
dusting capacitors, and
ringing coffee pots fresh
with their electric directives;
glass and silver- connect
each morning to rest
against a wall of dawn where
the reluctant mind reflects
on the cautious mouth
surrounded by chrome and sun
exhaling a calligraphy
that writes out the
pervasive soul- a book
read over and over, in memory of you.