In privacy, there are flaws and th...

In privacy, there are flaws and thoughts. The sun, the broadcast star (old organizing principle) casts the protracted shadows, except on the receptacle as a whole, which it leaves alone in a gesturing of respect for the unrepaired. The private organ of vision sits dark. The boy, large and still is better Off; lids down, his umbra a gruesome corpse glow-hum (the detective imagines) forward all the unopened channels. He drags a sad stopper whose extension reaches no wall, no ghost; he can't muster a retaliate finding no outlet there. Dark hail and whims of color cros his face with concealeds only the simulcast ...