Effect

Flocks upon flocks of crows in the abundance of garbage cawed and cawed without stopping. A drill ground its bit and drove it into the breast of the wall. Shears madly with a screech were cutting away the graft of the slender flower from the stem. And the car, the cars, honk-honk, in a long disorderly line in the street, tangled, crawled behind the red light... Beyond our will beyond our will exasperated discordant the sounds of the day swirled around us and stole the music of your words from your lips, before they reached my ear... But but nothing is without a lapse. In a lapse of the shears, for an instant, you took my hand and pressed, kindly, in your fingers my dry, clenched fingers. Kindly, kindly they warmed, my frozen particles; and began to flow, the vermilion streams under my skin, behind the curtain of the fibers of the vein. It came alive, my hand, like an instrument in your hand and the harmonious tune of your caresses rose rose and rose cast away, swept aside the curtains of separations and kissed my earlobes. Harmonious exact measure by measure together with my hidden step with my heart... Without words my hand is alive and my heart eternal brimming with the music of your hand, like a sweet, playful spring flowing in darkness without darkness...