From everywhere, haze is forming and rises. There, right ahead, a poisonous shape swells and approaches. Seating on the ground, the face in arm's hollow, the blood has to calm down. The twisted tree stands in front of me. Its branches rock at the breeze, shivering.
Birds wander about and attend to their council.
They are working out on the sentence. Here I am. I am close now, the low foliage draws aside in a dazzling yellow arc. It will not bring you back to me. The passage has closed up.