Abstraction on His Father

The fire doors open out going down hinged at the left to the outside frame. In the intricacy of the stacks, tier on tier, turning always right it was possible for a man to remain unnoticed. incurved the frame's vault the door's metal the hand opens in the gesture of closing There is the instance of the fire door locked to rescind the forces of heat slammed full to the cores of memory & the artless rest to him who desires.