the soundless prophecies 2 - aum

—outside, pleasure boats announce the coming summer with silver wakes and waves of cool cobalt attention——inside, a breeze insinuates the flowered curtains and stirs the furniture with impressionistic patterns——here, a sleeper is dead to the world, knowing only its motionless bliss——unknown to all the above, before the big bang and after shiva has blown out every solstice candle, i simply watch—