moonlight, soft on the house has stolen in beside us.
The still floor is suddenly ignited; he matches the squares of light-fall
through glass; and she is captured between chair legs.
The empty tabletop displays her as a squared and levelled
white beach; the silvered wood shimmering and shining like a white mirror.
She falls, and lingers; pulling us towards her
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