You are fast near the bottom of this. Near the bottom. Where the essences blister before revelation. Where you rise where you settle before you have risen. Fast near the bottom. Where the breathing seems to rest for a moment and begins again and stains the mirror and rests for a moment. Is this the silence the face of white friends? The breathing stops. And starts for a moment. Under the intricate sounds that stop for a moment. Under inaudible breath that stops for a moment.