Notes from Wikiquote
The circular afternoon is now a bay | where the world in stillness rocks. | All is visible and all elusive | all is near and can't be touched. | Paper, book, pencil, glass | rest in the shade of their names. | Time throbbing in my temples repeats | the same unchanging syllable of blood. | The light turns the indifferent wall | into a ghostly theater of reflections. | I find myself in the middle of an eye | watching myself in its blank stare. | The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause. | Between Going and Staying