But you got no reaction
Not a single missing beat
In fact the breath was less
Less than a distant tantric bless
So it’s time to stop the reason
The seasons past and full
Her emotions have been gathered
Gathered up for the cull
The breath was not held
Ever less and seldom welled
The conversation was lukewarm
Lukewarm going on dull
And in between the spaces
Where once lay hope and joy
Now, there, in between the spaces
Lies less hope than read by Delacroix
Can this break the bond that binds and blinds
The empty sound to shatter, splatter scattered minds
Silent chords to carve, to cut some umbilical heave
Deceive time wasted, receive tasted hope to believe
