commencer

please, i think to myself, let him speak first....

but he can't, or won't, or shouldn't. he stands there, an occupier of space and time, without desire or personality or being or spirit. he is merely an image in my view, and i must bridge the gap--that short gap of five candle-lit feet--in order to breathe life into those molecules.

please, let him speak first. it's an empty plea. i know i have no choice. if there is to be any speach at all, i must speak first.

and so i do....