Ever changing
A watchful glow starts a new year
The ivory cotyledon
A trouvère's stem
Whistling orchard songs
Found in the pond of a rat's phlegm
The trees offer their canvases
Sweltering with intrusive glass
We call upon the changing of time
To create narratives for our lives
The dealer aligns the seams into stars
Every unit is connected
Feeding off the sun's scrap in lingering shade
Though the dream of every one is to fall apart
Leech the deciduity
Give words to the painter
To describe the house of god
I am the maypole
Foreshadowing atrophy
We remain still
Through the motionless polyphony
The tick reverberates
It was the sound of emptiness
In a vine raided church
I thought the world was supposed to end
We live beneath it's eternal séance
I am the immortal mayfly
Here I search
The leaves
To find the autumn where we departed
It crossed over to other hands
The moon tinted actor starts his monologue that never ends
I am the maypole
Foreshadowing atrophy
We remain still
I am the wordless
I am the actor
I am the atrophy
I am the silence