Unclench jaw. Open eyes.
Red rooftops undulating against the smoke-covered sky.
Bracing back against tiles, slip towards the eaves.
Feet in mid-air. Fluttering like curtains caressed by breeze.
Agricultural-green flecked horizon.
Ancient ways of touch-creativity.
Wood speaks to carpenter. He responds.
Industrial buildings partly shrouded by pollard willows.
Crematorium of uniqueness. Charnel house of crafts.
Sliding away. Moving on. Close eyes. Mime for glass
Slipping out. Feet touch hushed hardwood floor.
The Starry night awaits.