A bare moment's cleanliness warns br of imminent death; no question that br virtue comes at the obtuse end of a br duster wielded deftly - there are no br accolades to ring in this room swept br clean of poetic debris, no carolling a br desk conscience-clear, of farewells to br hook and feather littered aspirations br br But eyes feast on space wondrously br free of disparate signs someone else br lived here - discarded skin cells and br detritus of defoliate hair, of oblique br insights estranged, compliments to br order as change achieves holiness br © 5 February 2012, I. D.