ten thousand words meshed and squashed and surfacing upon the pool made of in between us hands and smokeprinted flesh that will not go down that will not drop that will not hit hover toward us quiet ones true ones i see.
pick up my new my new hands you put them into the brightawakeness and new and free and young once more which no one needs to weep or name but us in silence in silence. how much oh how much world! how many paths crutch wings wine scented and candy coated words..
we shall move. (that thoughtrhyme) do you? do you hear with the hue with the man with the human being with the one with the hands between? with the hands atop with new hand pair of eyes that lay ready there? as
tear-upon.
and bough bending knee bracing days gone before they were thoughts made before it was one eye today give to it a second both closed now.
follow the current to its shadow of the pool shored outward toward to the hook of a land a sand bar in front of a small unnavigationable uncoloured discovered unknown feared

silence.

rambles and rambles i thought we'd get away with silence and individual thoughts that would merge between crumpled pillow cases and falling lights but no but no such a thing deserves more than words and more than silence.
something else an other; a being; a nothingness; an other; ‘yes yes i said’ an other; we may never know until we are.
i fear i fear ,
silence, , ,