A noisy room divided by quiet curtains.
Gentle silence permeated by occasional words that interrupt turning pages.
Retreat into shared but unexplored history from the violent invasion of the unexpected present.
A large mass resting on wide support generously offered in love but unable to change the flow towards finality.
How it looms, that finality, rising like a blow from Ahab’s bane.
Then, drawn down to deathly depths.
Yet Life, eternal, comes forth…
Mismeret 