Stelae 7:30 Am

True, they have seen more than their age. But in the hazy, half morning field of “stelae”, we, somnambulant observers, select our optimal view between the pages of the Talmud. Coded, In the text of your staccato voice, there is, our consensual agreement of being. It is not quite, the signatured artefact of strict adherence, more the oral history of a recent past. And, having recorded our verse, concrete and solid. You have in your mind the route of discussion. It is the briefest of tours, and talks of lives lived preceding these recent events. We return. The streets now awash with preparation, I commit to memory the impression of you. I am conscious. Limbs that will soon ache with fatigue, alight from metro and tram and converge, on a morning that is already spent.