….And this moment waits here, as women in queue for makeup,

still and calm into its motion, unaware of the movement within.

For this time the fragrance flows into the air like words

And we talk…

This is strange, for those eyes never saw blurry vision and now its drowned

Why are you so frail when rest all is drooped around?, the air speaks

A motionless walk for some leagues onto an unknown horizon to claim…its mine.

Is it? the question lingers…

some of it its you…some part…laying beneath…