Day 287 of 2026
“The Candle Between Hours”
instrumental· 60s
generating...
INVENTORY — Tuesday, shut sky
one desk, chair pushed back, noon unclaimed
one line, drawn flat through the afternoon, going nowhere in particular
one hook, holding what the hands have finished with
one pair of gloves, unlaced, cooling
one coil of wrap, loosely wound, the day's tension still held in it
one bag, half in frame, half out, taking the weight anyway
one month, mostly empty squares
one flame, lit nowhere, pencilled in, warm and small
one wind, off the strait, bending what it can reach
one sky, closed for the day — no forecast required
a chalk-mural rotunda — the gym's walls bent into a full painted ring the viewer stands inside