Can you untie
the knots—
when nothing’s broken?
Everything lingers,
still,
held in deep slumber.
And then it arrives:
the rains of July,
shattering silence,
demanding reckoning.
Has it come to this?
Seas unraveling,
moons collapsing,
the sun rising
to an empty bed.
Has it drifted so far?
Rivers swallowed by dust,
mountains falling to ash,
no one left
to witness
the purple skies.
A solitary world,
silent,
its shadows long,
waiting
to be forgotten.