our shilouettes are dripping down the walls
while the dawn breaks
unweaving the secret shadowy perfection
that fills some void with false understanding
unnamely
word l e s s
perfectlycontentsilence
salted stark beauty

i sometimes thought in the serenity of the morning
that pieces of stars

exploding

fell daintily upon my bed

through my window

when you look

.at just

therighttime

then i realized that

they are no more than

frag

ments of-

pieces of dust

falling through the sunlight.

we breathe them in and shut our eyes.