Haunted Obsession

Isolation. Breath, Tolerate. Grade the distance. Seize its simulacrum. We are consistent if we pour, each time, a stone. And if stones once gathered, become a house. And if the house is then haunted. And if memories are particular and sharable only if interpreted, without emotional grains in our hands, there and only there there’s a piano, obsessesed with sounds never considerable one’s own.