I saw the horizon split tonight,
where light dances wrong
creating shadows without limbs,
breathing through cables of gas and dreams.
Beneath the fluorescent quilt,
destinies fracture like ancient glass
cracking in whispers of tomorrow,
where the unspoken is testament
and the spoken, ruin.
Mirages unfolded, wrapped in keening silence,
unravel left unravel right goodbye,
the color of midnights unseen pulls everything out
of the hearts' dust-dropped pockets.
Echoes of Silence call me sandgrain
each dawn rock retaliates itself
where only imaginations sing postcards in freezing airs.