in the pitch black of a room in a corner
subtle movement
the sound of fabric as life moves it
silences in between
spaces connecting
here is the present
anything else is to come
thoughts
sparks of energy in a form now quiet
a frame of a moment when a universe lies motionless in a bundle
when all that will be is silent
what will this breathing mass do
as circuits fire into existence
when determination eventuates
when ch\'i moves the frame and energy sparks
in a muted room
in a corner
beneath some fabric
in a blackened tomb