And all I know
Is this night-black air,
Thick with time and time
Again.

Whiffs of a latent changeability-
Defying recollection-
Keep their heralding to their deaf selves.

I dream of other things,
Outlines glowing, webs of strings...

A body.

...To be encased inside a body of my own-
only a moment would suffice-
To be a part,
And then again,
Through newly founded borders,
To permeate the world.