white noise
hiss me a song
slow I fade to dream

pull threads from the sky
black emotion
lay them in rows

puff - they blow
scatter the wind

can be silent
whisper no word
is as if talk

our property

breath of wind
fall to ground

did you speak

close in no
door window
crack seam

how will I
ever get
to know me

I am silent
majority

track you
with my eye

inherit the land
while you
own the wind

wrap in fog
small close

flay the wisps
with my hand

I could get lost
in you

turn your eye
circle it
around your brain

glance the world
through my
cocoon

i slowly drift
to history
until you blink