reREvealed

in the WHITE space
between
where we high like on the ceiling when not looking/reading a book or in a good thought light
the thoughts broken down
coloured in
remembered, outlined
structured for belief.

it is watching these things
unfold, become (OPTIONAL THOUGHT--more than) a
novel

metallic chirping the sound (of a typewriter) when you finish a line
the quickness sloppy on a PLASTIC keypad

looking through photo albums found on closet floors next to
crumpled up flannel

holes in the walls from thumbtacks, a white space of the HEART
the internal hidden life of the wall in odd places
what were they hanging?
what were they holding up that was so important & needed

TO BE SEEN?