* drips stain porcelain on shadows *
— the noted refuse of silence abstracts skin.
~ Turn the corner— listen closely, yet feel foolish. ~
Fragment 7: soft chords.
* soot scrawled skyward and then— unearths.*
~ Frail loops in thought; muddled mouth distort faces wedged in concrete. ~
Notes spiral upward, beckoned minds eventually depart.
In circles of creation, the lightest dirt falls. \
~ Blurring naïveté hushed serpents rise and whistle dreams razor-thin. ~