Losing the right to
occupy space I became
unanchored to this
flesh prison of mine.
Even my words lost in the
wind, but not to you.
Silencing the sound
of voices here, in my head
and beyond let me
exist in your state
of stillness. And let me count
the remaining time
of mine only by
the warmful beating of your
trusted, word clock-heart.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
Losing the right to
occupy space I became
unanchored to this
flesh prison of mine.
Even my words lost in the
wind, but not to you.
Silencing the sound
of voices here, in my head
and beyond let me
exist in your state
of stillness. And let me count
the remaining time
of mine only by
the warmful beating of your
trusted, word clock-heart.
