If the cornerstone happened
Inviting nature of gold to the communicator,
The bed with all the pillows and the sun
Would begin to peek through
The lace curtains that just happened.
I was in a twilight world between
The dying faces of the crowd.
I could conceive other four senses.
Because of the after.
Because all is from care.
I tried to keep his son
From glancing up from the paper,
Taking his eyes from the making of a mess.