Eyes that close and open in another place, in another dimension, in other vessels, in the same place. Their eyes had eternal memories. Like the coldness of our hands. In his sunrises. "Rebon they say". Violations of what is said. Heated. "At hand". In the heat of noise. It's your heartache. Because I want you I love you. And talking to you my life is going away. Such is the love he has for us. What loses us Even if we didn't know enough to "warn us".