What we say will become what we will have said

Open doors that stand between you and a vast empty room. Open silent doors will reveal furry spaces like nests within our souls. Between the door and the doorknob is a system. Your hand rests at the base of mine as I think this. Your hand resting on the base of my thinking like that––all day long it exhausts me. All days are long when I’m exhausted. A hallway forms between my hand and the doorknob. Between my hand and revealing my hand. Opening doors requires of a body a soundness like an atlas. There are only incandescences now where thoughts once were. I burnt one today. You were there this time.