we’re after us
there is a window
the outside world is now all but occluded
branches of a tree
a small triangle of sky
a patch of darkness
we are inside
there is a construction of sunlight
fitted to the walls
laid across the floor
polygonal pieces in the puzzle
there is the mathematics of shadow
cornered an algorithm of photons
the room is empty
there is no furniture
there are no curtains
there is nowhere to hide
there is finally
no narrative
we can suppose a door
a way in a
way out
there is a witness
spectators
those who see the geometry
of moment of
time of light
of borders crossed
of life shelled
the shape of things the symmetry
things that are lost things that are held
