I’ve found thunderous silence
in the spaces between words,
a kill switch that kneads simplicity
into questionable intentions;
loving logic transcends logic
and rewrites love. Before you
I thought it was as simple as
saying the words to paint a picture.
Now I see that painting the picture
with the colors between the words
makes for a more vivid portrait.
What’s changed besides time?
How time breathes, for one,
and how we breathe its inabilities.