A sparrow close by, a dedicated follower, packing a double voice range, love trouble, last blinded by Alfred Brendel:

Truth is we’re feathery.

Shorthand abstractions

like these unforgettable elements to touching and holding the moment,
surrounding it with illusions of taking off for the unknown, spinning or spun,
upset, out of control yet

that’s how we fasten the starry sparrow to move around objects.