Patience is a virtue. Virtue is upheld most prevalently by queer shapes sitting in a row. Sentences hanging together – never abandoning. But patience, again – their turn is coming. If not only to become friends with eyes for a mere second, to live in memory, the afterlife. Eyes cheat. They starve for words and structure and they will not settle with one word over the rest. Maybe a word’s life is simply for a fraction of time to be lifted off the paper – out of his home and set back down once forgotten. The shapes are meant for a new home and should stay as a price of migration – Relaxed. But patience is a virtue. Wait