As a fish drops to the bottom of the river the earth again claims another life, another secret. The frenzied walk to the warm space I encounter the intimacies of glass, wood paper and other discarded materials. The process of building and creating relationships with these cast-off forgotten materials begins. As the scales are removed the warm mouth is fed, the body is nurtured, the eyes are white and glazed.

Squeezing the pillow, perspiring hands clench the cloth, feathers and nylon. I feel the warmth of that space again, the embrace is seductive. Falling through eye sockets into an abyss of loneliness I search for something more, the river has claimed another life. I awaken to the humming of the fan, the steel spins as countless particle flow through the door into my purple room. That closet, that little dreadful space where reality and fantasy play out in such a comical road, beckons me.

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