Pattern Recognition

 crippled thieves barter with the truth. 

a casual transaction of skin and shame. 

a wealth of deceit to settle a debt older than choice.

the windows watch with their transparent eyes. 

pitying the strays. 

the walls whisper with their wooden tongues. 

all the things we never said.

the distance tells its stories. 

an indifferent narrator to the follies of our lives.

time is our currency. 

as we fumble for purchase on time's treacherous slopes.

the friction of touch our only advantage. 

as we pursue the edge.

the miles overtake us. 

we swim in the embrace of the flood.. 

a chorus of silence. 

while we wait for the chance to breathe again.