Innocence
In each rising sun.
fills the space.
between. us.
lies.
The circle.
Without an end. to a story never told.
scattering its glow among
the mimes.
they walk the lines.
giving birth to machines.  
I watched
the red fade
from its petals.
A sparkle. Of. 
Untold lies. Fable cries.
The record player never dies. As I watch.
I wait.
An endless pendulum. Swings.
the body. Weightlessly. Fights the
Buoyant’s of hours.



I dance a lonely dance.
Swaying to 
A trifle.
Of my love one 
gone.