Of silence.

The corners of the room piercing out, pointing in.

The weight of whispers against your ears, resurrected.

The youngest you will ever be, stripped just like that.

And that.

And

The beat of a heart.

Hearts. None of them yours.

Of the graying and the grayed.

When they stop, how on earth will you find them again?

The lives inside yours. Splitting and cracking, snapping like bark.

Rings. The rings exposed.

The ringing

A second swells. The moment bleached.

And the blindness of that bleached moment.

The blindness of all this

The blindness.

The blindness.

The blindness.

The blindness of the