still--
like open wings, unfluttered
delicate, simple, elegant
similar to security, unfaithful
motionless....
what would you think?
if the world at this time froze
like the rose petals that curl and turn black
fall towards a never-ended hole of despair
cold, dark, light,
feverish shades of reddened flair
to hear one's own houls,
never once.

called out
useless,
Still.