Still Air Is Around Me
as I stand on the line
The Pale And Distant Silence Says
the decision is mine
There Is A Twist Holding My Breath
and the beat in my heart
Its Speaks That If I Try Now
it is too late to start

Safety Is Temporal
along with blank time
A Wailing And A Writing
will stay the thoughts of many
The Meanings Seem To Lengthen
into stalks of dried and distant cane
there is no resolve