stasis-(richard handwerk)

not much/too much
somewhere inbetween

Baking in the half light
moonlight paints the scene
Nothing, my contention
settles in the brain
Slightly left, the thought of you
Matters less the same…

In a world of revolving doors
I spin with the best of 'em
Falling, I pause just long enough
To witness my shadow breaking

We walk along
a substrate of invisible lines
Intermingling beings,
propelled by
The motion of thought alone