Unbalanced Equations

the lines resolve to something narrower. 
that's what truth is. 

colors without names. 
and lips that never move 
as our words trample them.

the distance solves for when. 
a curious magician 
searching for his rabbit. 

the corner is loud
as we scrape the edge. 

the void is silent
as it sticks out its tongue. 

the bridge trembles
under the weight of our expectations. 

time she said, is better measured in whispers. 
as perspective stumbles over our empty skins.