Infinite Inertia

the distance penetrates. sharp curves and sour slopes. 

searching for the places under our skin where the truth hides. 

time tangles its knots. and we are helpless again. 

the ache sells its stories. broken windows for us to sneak inside. 

curious monsters in random masks. biting the wind. 

measuring our progress in the space between us. 

the pieces collect in the void. worn much too loudly. 

the villains grin. as we stumble forward. 

in spite of the darkness.