"Abyss of the Birds"
This one is for Dan's mom, who just flew off into the horizon where pain no longer exists.
I should say that I use the word abyss in a light way as in space, lack of time consciousness, essence of nothing and everything all at once. Just before my own mother-in-law (a good Catholic) died she kept asking us what was on the other side of the photographs which hung on her bedroom wall. What reality existed behind them. It was an abstract question. That is where we find the white abyss of the birds, behind the photographs of our lives.