Multiplied by Zero

 time tumbles forward. an awkward despot in leaden clothes. 

delicate creases in the skin of choice inevitably become permanent.

we wear each other like plastic skeletons. fragile architects. 

clumsy bridges. mutual orphans chewing on rotting candy houses.

in the light we see how dark it was.

stalled on crumbling steps.

turning on the lingering epiphanies of sweat and contrition. 

the body slouches. in a temporary madness. overwhelmed by the filthy math of silence.

looking for breadcrumbs in all the wrong places.

in the distance we see how close it was.