this man stands alone
subtlety in the mix
the sky stretched far across and found no time. no energy. floating upward, rising with the heat, dust began to settle. a recording of the time lapse of today — of months ago. solid or liquid, it passed through with beauty. life. the light rushed against height itself. in all its majesty. flickered, tired, but full of life and energy.
looking back through the window there was a presence that could be felt. it had not shown its face yet, but it was there. there was a sense of fear, though this ominous presence did not fear itself. it went about its business, walking, waking, moving and knowing.
the white stretched canvas crossed the white stretched wall. the shadows seemed the most amazing. white on white was something we had done. something based on being tired. being old. although it would still represent these ideas, it had become new and energetic — the old and tired. still old. still tired. but new and energetic. sleep had done some good. respite was still not found, but there would be finding time available soon. after the rush, the gluttony, the sorrow — there would be time.