SILVER
The colours are sub-zero but the proportions are human – no reference is tolerated.
‘Logos? Were you thinking of logos?’
The glass cage with the glass ceiling is cracking.
‘What do mean by references?’
Fluid and static at the same time. Frozen, toxic.
‘Can you please close the window, can’t you feel the draught?’
No, you said. But I said NO references, whatsoever.
Time for the weather to change.
Silver