A cloth silence

 About up to. What the sky sets. We had to close our eyes for the animals to disappear. They shrink like hair. At disappearance they stick on themselves. The ears on the neck. The eyes on the root of the eyes. Folded lips on the tongue and on the roof of the mouth. On the cheeks, the mind. Brushes intersect. They are rinsed in the smell of the strong liquid. A cloth silence. From the canvas fold. On the silent night walls.