Sound Clip Of Someone Answering The Phone

Shadow are

shadow color, shadow you.

Of the thousands of white walls
you seal that keeps the secret.
In between the mirrors, the only
that reflects what should be. Navigating
unpainted pictures,
sketch of a single color, painting
nuances of the question.

Of the senses or sight or touch
of corpuscles,
or smell or taste or hearing.
are pure instinct, pure
memory like water seeping from the sand,
as light in the fog. And although

light, shadow color, shadow
you.