Ah now, behold this bird. This silly little bird. Holding in his claw his piece of bread. His feathers white, his yellow comb. So proud to show his comb, designed to catch the eye of that other he's so attentive to. Though she indifferent…

Looking at the Moon, thinking: is this then the parallel room I used to keep my heart in? Got a nice golden pair of solo fireplaces. I'll give it that. But. I don't want to invite anything else into the now story of its four walls. It doesn't matter…