Face up and blue sky.
Something rubs me slightly. I see nothing.
I hear a murmur. Beating of wings. I see nothing.
I keep thinking of the fifteen. What separated.
One plus five equals six.
Your presence touches me. I see nothing.
Emerge five. I cling to it. Keeps my senses alert.
Noto mild and constant friction. I see nothing.
I think one plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one equals six or three plus three equals six and one
plus two plus three equals six.
I lose track of time.
Ambivalence and balance.
More beating wings. I see nothing.
The horizon line is invisible.
The space becomes hazy.
Suddenly everything rises …
The infinite possibility of movement raises me.
The wind would remember.
I sent one day instead dwelt.
I showed your fingerprints, your essence, your perfume …
You came back to stay …
You came back and everything inundaste.