nothing is infinite, and that very nothingness is filled with countless calculations leaves fall under the weight of numbers lights are extinguished by counting everything is a living ghost of something just as the sky bears the weight of clouds so too does life hold me my forms shift and are vaporous my body was an ocean my spirit is the storm in a moment i crash onto rocks and in another i return to myself all at once i am the warmth of a seed and the cold shaking edge of a tree but just as silence serves as the cup to sweeten a sparrows song so does my exit mark where i'm from.