Losses and false compensations float in br Through my window and circle around me br In a room full of grey furniture where there br Are only gestures implying complex relations I try to move with the hard blues br And harsh yellows of day to get to the night br That will take today farther into another day br And then perhaps tomorrow I will understand, br Long after the time has passed br The eye of night will carve a new phantom br To haunt me but I will still remain alonebr br Christopher James Kurtzbr br