Article 3

Some days, the world takes you by
surprise. Barges into your room
unannounced. This has not been easy,
but it has learnt to tilt the evening 
                                                  just right 
to leak through the iron 
soft resistance of the windows and 
flood you of the habitual pull 
between black and white 
into a shameless sanguine or
orange or pink,                    in order       
to confirm                something.
I do not know what 
but one thing is for a brief while
certain; this                
                      and that 
and you

        have maybe not been
 for nothing