autumn dawn the silence shapes our steps and words

each dark wave carries an idea i’ve never had

only those who kneel will ever know the weight of the stars

in a language older than my soul i hear the roots speak

like a lost lover silence clings to brittle bones of branches

drifting disconnected winds rush amok this morning

a universe built from paper and each fold blacking out a sun

a canvas undone by the artist’s gaze the world vanishes from fingertips

madness is the pigeon who carries a letter without words