small glass in both hands not mine not yours not yet I put the blue ones with the blue ones I put the warm ones near the door I put the shaking ones aside not mine not yours not yet you call it gentle I call it hands you call it waiting I call it floor all this light and nowhere to stand in it all this light and no mouth I had a shape once I had a door I had a name in somebody’s room don’t say finished don’t say whole I take the little tower down stone by stone bright by bright I give the red one away I give the salt one away I give the morning one away not mine not yours not yet you turn your face through everything you miss me clean through everything I am here with both hands empty I am here with both hands full don’t say finished don’t say whole small glass under the white floor small glass in the wrong light not mine not yours not yet not mine not yours not yet not mine not yours not yet not yet
