Floorboards creaking, yielding to only light.
Plasticity shimmering on the old grain; a new dawn.
The limestone, the old windows fermenting,
the plasticity of modern construction.
Ambient light drawing perpendicular lines,
the grains of yesterday,
only to say, we saw this before you,
am I now fleet to your profit?
The elephant not in the room answers, yes.
May you take haste?
David Warren 