The indelible marks that you left
The idea that sures time
That repels reality as the object vanishes
How could I send you all that I made
When I didn’t make it, it made me
And now I have something to contend with
A process enabled
The mission of a moving character
Would you please stay awhile
Still in the atmosphere
I’ll keep you there unchanging
As I rearrange what I am
Congeal what is important
But not discarding aberrations
The lexicon of lineage
The idiom unfathomable
The crank of gears in motion
I don’t want to be disturbed by it all, but I am
The stone thrown in silence waters
And the ripples swayed the barren shore
And your lithe body does emerge
Ever white in the moonlit night