Look for the lack, what is missing or says is missing. Hostages harassed open to sadness. Del there is not. Yes there are. And hostile you think. And loving you think. In the red space. Solitary color. Lost in the future. Without future and open. The doors! The doors! Those of time. That opens. And it closes. And it opens. Come in, come in Sitting in your waiting. Inside waiting. What is going, what is going. It moves from the inside, from the outside. From fright, dead.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.