the sun balances
old thoughts with immortalities, totalities;
the sum of our particles
beneath the window, drifting between consciensousness
and disease; we hold ourselves up to light;
'expose these flaws.
i know where heaven lies, just beyond
the horizon - it must be.'
and each moment was the same.
i expected the shuffling of feet
and the passing of phases,
the world went quiet in a flash.
three frames per second.
an orbit about loneliness
and a crescendo lifting to the young mountains
like there can never be sound again.
your voice is the one inside my head