window fog

precision cuts apples

vacate our temples of spirit

hourglass everlasting

infiltrate thoughts

multifaceted spiraling seclusion

mental cut and paste

am i here or there?

Aurora, where'd you go?

where were you when the clock struck blue,

the day the plate returned with the fork,

the night when endymion finally woke.

where were you when the silent tree fell,

when gravity was given its name and 

dreams were swallowed by the wishing well.

i have been here all along,

hiding, 

disguised in white ruffles as saltwater vibrations.

 basking in the waves of the only song 

that rings endless past the planets' dance.