Flesh folded until untangibly recognized
as the same being it was violently ripped
like thunder from the clouds
as ephemeral mountains in the sky,
mark the moments of now,
while the sun shines through past lives,
just now reaching us,
millions of changes later,
I am hear, you are deaf,
hooking lines, sinking lore,
silencing flashing of rain,
on the off chance one might pain.
