The confines of time have infiltrated me
like sudden bursts of light
Into the eyes of a startled dog.
My gaze now sailing with the rain,
Tossed about in empty flowerpots,
Memories driven through my chest
Driving back my left-over words.

Even my cough is a call
to someone not there.

I will not live out the perfection
of the forgotten.
I will not keep silent my fragile thought,
This as I’ve never seen a sinner stand quiet,
With finger steady to their lips.