paper bridges curse the rain. painting the weather with broken brushes. burned out bulbs blame the darkness. as blindness overtakes.
we're the geometry of flesh. we're the algebra of touch. all the vacant arithmetic of bones and blood.
soft needles. digging into scar tissue. colorless mountains. scratching the sun. hollow thieves. wearing the fragments of our surrender.
proximity is silent. distance shouts. we stutter under the mechanics of want. our hunger unconvinced.