Cut and crossed over, appearing and keeping hold. Let you see, and touch, before it is struck and taken. After the first movement, it comes forward. In a revelation, it is scorched, bitter. Structures of movement escape, and change into something removed from nothing. Rattled by and by, as if someone was right. Drawn and downed, indifference stands. But a light from deep, it glows. They must have seen it too. Rattled.