12.9.17

Let it play out in silences
otherwise the signals we
send will diminish with
noise, any noise
just a fractional
gap between mouth lips and
all that we have built will
crumble, like…
like what….?
like a structure
made entirely
of dead skin,
flakes of it,
skimmed off the body
and accrued in soft
piles around our feet
and the wind comes driving
from the east, a timid force,
but enough to snatch and
scatter our humanity.

Written at 8:27 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.