The cape, come back against the valley, is haunting to be absorbed, 
to announce itself by a sound. The entrance itself,

I have cloaked my fist to incite the gift, to mime
grace. Morning, to sculpt; evening, the sofa

against the valley. The smartest collisions,
the hiring of carriages. To assist in alighting

from the carriage. Noiseless, completely silent,
to recover one's self in the carriage.

The statue spared, the statue rediscovered.