In place of shadows
sunspots and creases
an embankment the gray of day seizes
      nailed to peril as a savior
      pushes out all traces in its labor

Dust and smoke
--the heartless void
above the faded ring of hope
      say a sated prayer
      for your fellow wayfarer

I'll shield your body between
the rays and surface
I'll be your dark clouded step
     when your own feet fail to purchase
     into the ground they sink

fortnight has ended or two
it wasn't long for me
but I want to miss you

Days ended and i wanted to think about you
days ended when i thought
I'd write about you

evanescently-
for me.
(patiently my ruthless calm
and so-my evicted excitement)

almost as i have forgotten your touch-
those rough hands you had..
i almost freeze holding them-
to steal the texture forever.

what happened to me?
why couldn't i dream of your face?
i thought i would grieve for you

so why...
days ended and i cant remember you
i thought it would hurt me?
but all i feel is spent and spilled
and now i feel so tired

and i cannot write...
but i still want to write for you.

No one hears a word they say
Has the memory gone? Are you feelin′ numb?
Not a word they say
But a voiceless crowd isn't backin′ down
When the air turns red
With a loaded hesitation
Can you say my name?
Has the memory gone? Are you feelin' numb?
Have we all become invisible?