Images swirling infinite, words breath soundless
Ashes scattered in the ocean until the waters dry
No one can comprehend
A smile or a grimace
Reality, symbolic gestures through a window
A path of weathered eyes constructed of time
Far away a mother reposed in denial
Catatonic in the waves of abstracted assertions
Harmonic sweet desiccation
Dedication to a false concept of
Can he hear me? Can anyone understand what I'm saying?
Am I saying anything at all?