After the sun went down the sky become a planetary waltz of satellites
& daydreams which washed to & fro in a reduction of pigment. The lack of
light was heralded as end of day & moon beyond the clouds. In the far off
winter a heart was heard to pound. A black an' white still became the
ascension of now beginning & the face of liquefied silver to bleach of beauty.
The light refracted. & soon to come this process of memory. At winters rest
& discontent we sift the pages of an album, "your hair was lighter then", &
this my only comment. In the far off reaches of the closing page we reach an
immediate present. Stood before the flashlight you hold yourself a model
& manner the such-ness of vanity. Fair or not our love is a token scraped
upon a sulo-bin, when age has wilted & the seasons past. With the stead-fast-
ness of death - sex, beauty and the way of all flesh is post-presentable and the
abstraction of future the developing liquids of photo-anomaly and space.