Just like Apocalypse Now, heavy breath 1, 2, 3, controlled and focused.
Descending steps sounding loud and crisp, only deep reflection floating on top.
In the mind a painting appears, dark, mysterious.
Black and Tan.
Light too in the center.
Don’t disturb this.
A heavy white page is now turning.
A story that reads front to back and back to front.
No explanation or talking needed.
Sudden revelations emerge but it’s too sudden and too revealing.
Turning another page now.