he caught it out of the corner of his eyeup behind himto his right inthecorner above the couch  it distracted him vied against the soft underwaterblue light cast by the monitor screen asuddensharpsparkle  perhaps a warning shot across his bow to garner his attention turn his head    perhaps

                                                            but then the sharpsparkle the flickering subsided and submitted to an impossibly incandescent white lapping candlelight  

now he was really afraid to look

he didnt imagine it was a portalwhy would he think that now  even his roommatesspooks it was an old house you have to expect memories to reside even his roommates didnt compel him to look for cracks in the world or startling gateways or to mull that perched beside him thered be a seam or schism between dimensions he was sure they were out therehed bet on it he was as sure as he was that an exit was an entrance and an entrance as likely an exit it was just a little too unbelievable it might present in his livingroom

a sigh escaped him a longforgotten apparition entered his head Of course you would he said out loud And of course youd showup right now  Liberace his grandmother adored Liberace Liberace barely touched out bubbly Lawrence Welk in her heart and mind  it wasnt Welk  the light wasnt opaque marbled translucent like light through soap bubbles  rather sharp  white  crystal  candelabra  light

or maybe he groped maybe it was appleseeds kid sick and tired of him comparing him to appleseed You sir when they would go eye to one of many eyes are no appleseed maybe the kid got it in his arachnidmind and plucked from his arachnidarsenal flints and steels and with supernatural reflexes and coordination perfectly timed strikes to impersonate the virtuoso pianist  Liberaces jokes were an aside they were sidekicks to his talent

                                                                                              maybe

but not up to the tasknot tonightnot during his grieving he closed his eyes laid down to his left and made a hard detour into sleep and awaiting dreams  he languished under the soft white noise of the foreign movie he watched and the contentious shadowthrowing waves that emanated from the high cornerthe joint between crown moulding                

1936,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  10. 18

1603,  Thursday,  11  10. 18

Eszter Balint  Un Poison Violent, C’est Ca L’Amour  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0hvpQvjNec&index=4&list=PL2I2a0vfS2Y8wXdk29nWJmgY2twOat8sJ&t=0s