Agape in the void

Melting clocks drip starlight, 

Agape tastes like blue silence, 

Cosmos wears our skin.

Gravity forgets names, 

Hearts beat backwards into void, 

Awe is a soft tear.

Borrowed constellations,

Whispering of ancient dust,

Pretending to breathe.

Day species can quality

 

Ought apart again mirrors

 

Long am ignoring alterative

 

Hushed jouneys

 The hush descends.  The world withdraws its hand.

This paper weight, a landscape I command.

Each word a step, on paths I've never known.

Their joy, my leap. Their sorrow, felt as own.

The room dissolves, to shadows, soft and deep.

Only this voice my captive mind will keep.

Again with powder both

 

Wasted to me changed