In your cloud’s obstruction, I’m forced to rip up the sky.
While in a state of slow motion, I realize flesh without bone should die.
Theories are speaking to me through a constant stream of silhouettes.
Unsolved, the puzzle weeps. We need what we can get.
Your power of suggestion has reached beyond direction.
Give me the splendid silent sun with all her beams full-dazzling.
Parallel undecided, ours paths will cross eventually.
Unless of course, evasive actions turn out to be the reasons we lied…
…and why we couldn’t try to remain alive.
If all had ceased before that day than the day before would have never ended.
I wake up and forget you’re gone and after that instant my reach is suddenly withdrawn.
Give me the splendid silent sun with all her beams full- dazzling.
She is alive like the sun is alive…
& know that I embraced the sun because I’m blind.