Three right angles are equivalent to night. It is easy
to get lost. So take them backward. This light is what
they call a dibbuk. Unfinished business. Remind me
how you once got sidetracked. The color world pulled
like a rabbit from the page. It will tolerate only the most
distant of suns. Lost yes, notes slipped into small holes
in the wall. No, the guide says, this was a massacre.
You're a long ways off. But I want a picture, you said.
It is a kind of wailing. Me and the wall. Turn out the lights.