Did it embrace your bruises
did it enfold your numb soul...

Long are the days
of hapless persons...

Are we more than emotions and clay?
Flesh and bones...

The space you left kills.
The sound of wind...

The clouds
made no art to the sky today...

A paper boat that trembles
above deep waters...

Shards of shards
that split like dust in the corner...

I am voiceless
in your pioneering mind...

You are my everlasting winter;
the sudden storms...

My silence is too complicated;
my language is a difficult mess...

A beat that leaps--way too far
with hesitant promises and...

I feel like a sad yellow,
that's dressing the moon...