And so it begins,

with the catch

in the throat

loosened

with the fumble

of mental

fingers

with the faintest

creaking

of hinges

and the holding

back of myriad

treasured secrets,

threatening to

escape untold

at slightest

opening

with a film

of sweat flashed

upon the palm

and forehead

crinkled,

with color

in the capillaries

creeping up

like tell tale

quidnuncs

with brows

that lift the lids

of eyes

with cautious

advances

that reveal

as many questions

as answers,

high lighted

in the margins

with the

girth of night

and spell of

morning

with and

without warning

in the comfortable

silence that was

adequate

in itself as

much as it was

disconcerting

with beating

in the Temple

keeping time,

with a reset

fastened, on

the

Conversation

...folding and

unfolding...

it has begun.

12.12.2023

And so it begins challenge @dctezcan