conversation leaves; the quiet rushes to fill the cracks
punctuated with
the speed of sunlight,
the angle of the moon
the world shakes, manifolds of infinite possibilities;
blindfolds for our eyes, slipping
mine meet yours; yours meet mine
in between lie the cascading permutations
somehow traversing the space between
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC