Seated at table - no need for the fracture of the room's silence; noiselessly they conversed.
You have to imagine a waiting that is not impatient because it is timeless.
We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge. And though you probe and pry With analytic eye, And eavesdrop all our talk With an amused look, You cannot find the centre W...
