A list of some obervation. In a corner, it's warm
    A glance leaves an imprint on anythin it's dwelt on.
    Water is glass' smost publi c form.
    Man is more frightening than its skelton.
    A nowhere winter evening with wine. A black
    porch resists a osier's stiff assaults.
    Fixed on an elbow, the body bulk
    like a glacier's debris, a moraine of sorts.
    A millennium hence, they'll no doubt expose
    a fossil bivalve propped behind this gauze
    cloth, with the print of lips under the print of fringe,
    mumbling " Good Night" to a window hinge