Ladders, lofts, pendulum chairs and stairs to nowhere.

What haunts trestle and beam? What remains when we daydream? We leave buzzing shadows as auguries.

Laminated castoffs and bindings, spines and gutters in faded jackets, this is a search for the mercurial.

Out for a lark, an architecture to hide a dog ear.

Licking thumbs under glass cylinders. Dark pools,

flip through paper ink indulgences and wait for distances to diminish.