How to be a feather

 how to disappear. 

Suddenly all you find is quiet. The cat and the house are still, as the chair that stares at you questioning all the absence of movement ever-present in the time before. As occurs before time, before thoughts, before all conceptions, and punctuations pretending grammatical. It's time to count the seconds we have, the seconds I have and had; with you here or gone. At this point becomes irrelevant as you're here and gone in all circumstances.  It's a few seconds to be a feather. Write a few lines. Then try to disappear.