Beumer & Co

Corners with household secrets are exposed. Floors hold their breath in shame. The lamp hangs low and large, for its table has been removed. Those, who come up the stairs, break blindly to pieces what was locked up, each thing has its fate taken away, but love is made of God, and God is love. Amen. The door that was inside is now on the outside. Under the hands of hordes the glass dies. The bent over mirror with etenal light remains silent, and closes the room. It is covered with cobwebs. Where couch and darkness stood is now, mocking their secret, a wonan's shoe to be found; but love is made of God. And outside the dogs are waiting.