Kompositsioonikavand "Saun" by Luts, Karin The cascade of water falls as I sit in the porcelain tub Hoping if I sit long enough the water...

s p i r a l i n g all the way down tight threads unraveling all the way around unweaving woven secrets untold not even words can spell...

Fan blades mimic the sound of a single engine piston in the far distance— being a nuisance as the night slowly crawls through the hours...