You sway in the past Linger like a beam Of a somnolent sunshine In its moments that swelled you up. Try to wheedle and root yourself Like a feathery cypress On its ochre coloured paths. Spread yourself like a flowering vine All over the places and events Captured with a fervent heart. Cause even a single toe Dangling unknowingly into The external spaces Of present Seems to situate you fully Beneath a cast of whitening skies With the shape of silence As your only companion. Where a thousand different times You've always struggled To solemnly exist In fact.