silence streaming through  vacuums of space
spun like a knot and creased into folds
keep a key on it, there can never be a deal
to the things unsaid within like confusing strife
a shadow, a glimmer
the face illuminated by the rivers
pixels grouped so to elevate the meaning
words gone wired into the pockets of space
shrill of laughter filtering through
the touch of eye and word of mouth
the things which are said
sometimes are left
where we left them
on the other side
of a stark
galaxy