owing nothing to the stillness
i send loud & lonely non.words as glances
to strangers across the room.
i feel so here
& i cringe in my un.der.state.ment.
waiting for this moment to collide with the next;
time is broken into rations & auctioned off
to us, who will keep this space alive
coming & going, coming & going
becoming the tide that controls this room:
hiding in the music,
loyal to our distractions.
~no place like home.~
fairy tales.
next tale.
