Or Either

Where passion — 
separate 
from desire —
is enclosed 
by ways 
in which 
we age. 

The sound 
body appeared, 
appearing again.

Inside the film, 
a ring 
adjacent to 
our traveling room.

Where:
impressions 
of tigers 
hanged 
from 
musical cells.

There is an observation
which promises:
No one
is present 
in the crowd.

A hat is offered
as disguise.
This disguise 
cannot be 
a darkness. 

Here:
Almost nothing 
has obvious boundaries. 

Why does 
my hand 
not fall 
through 
what we 
call
a 
glass?