Everything unbroken

The hands are seen very closely
We are examining
I am examining
No-one observes
Perhaps I was told
It is very difficult to remember
A hand that lifts each object
Each piece of something else
Smooth and measured sides
Then the rough of breakage
Turning over in the hands
Clasping in one, rough edges exposed
Squeeze the other hand
Blood
A drip
Another drip
Release
Turn the hand
Fingers smear the liquid over the surface
Turn
Lower
Set in place
There is a line of blood
Then it clears
A jagged line in the surface
Then Lons descends from the sky
He hangs above the city
One foot lowers onto a tower
The other foot
His shape squats down
Blocking out the sun
Lowering his head
The hands stop
The figure stands from where it kneels
Walks
Hall
Stairs
Stairs
Door
Stairs
The roof
The shape of Lons shades the city
He lowers his head to the roof of the tower
Figure standing
They speak
Eventually the figure sits on the concrete
I do not speak their language
Or I am too far to hear
I can see them speaking
Lons squatting on the city
Leaning over
The figure sitting
It stands
Paces
Stands still
Speaks
Looks to the side
Lons looks to the side
He gestures with an arm stretched out
Palm open
Sometimes pointing
The figure walks to the edge of the rooftop
These things I do for you
They are someone else’s words
Yes
Today I borrow them for you
Lons turns and looks at me
I return to the interiors
Open white spaces
Grey
Glass
Textile
Ceramic
Metal
I reach out a hand as I walk
Brush my fingers against the wall
An irregularity beneath my fingers
Stop
Turn
A line in the wall
Tracing irregularly across it
I follow it with my eyes
The flat wall is made of irregular pieces
Clear resin in the cracks
Turn
Look at the space
Benches
Stairs
Desks
Glass
All joined pieces
Moving through the spaces
Down stairs
Through halls
Room after room
Object after object
Cracks across each surface
The sun moving beyond the shape of Lons
Lighting the space
I raise a hand to my eyes
Stand still
The sun moving below the horizon
Then the sky aglow and lit
Stairs
Halls
Rooms
Spaces
Stairs
Roof
The figure is gone
Lons is looking to the side
He turns slowly back to regard me
Lowers his head
I look at his face
The eyes
Then he slowly lowers his jaw
It touches the roof of the building
I approach
Raise my arms
Lift myself into his mouth