if I open
the window even more
emptiness will crawl
into the flat
with every pointless
motion I enlarge it
(but)
in the corner that
goes apart untamed by
physical laws your little
slippers in growth
astound it
their bare steps
shine through the
twilight – although we don’t open
the windows and we don’t draw
the curtains apart we disturb
the atmosphere causing
at least one good
storm