" The festival is over.
We sit quietly
sipping on memories of the day
looking out past window boxes
at revelers heading home.

I turn and watch
as hieroglyphics
flow from your mouth.
Ancient architectures
are being released again
from doorways opening
up and down your spine.

In this hour before sleep, we feel it.
The fibers holding the world together
are crackling again. "

― Frank LaRue Owen , The School of Soft-Attention