Later in the darkness, I found diamonds in your eyes. Not forget the rivers in the ears. We thought about words we could not forget.

In every day remnants of meaning slid along with me. Was there really a fire somewhere? Which night followed the night? The shadow followed the lights and found reflection in the flagstones, the windows, the light. Which night followed the night? Can writing be shy? Which night followed the night? Which night followed the night? Which night followed the night? Which night followed the night?

Which night followed the night? Which night followed the night?

Which night followed the night?

Which night followed the night?