Random,
hidden from behind
move from side
to hide,
withered with an empty
swoon, to slide from an open hand
to hand,
whispers from adjacent hopes
the frequency...
now feeling hollow from inside.
Silent steps from a small space
to a small place,
withstanding the indifferences
with discerning gait.
Housing the apathetic thoughts
constructed from the sphere
centered in our mush,
the spiraling of gravities conveying
all of these random afflictions,
I gave
to you.