Satiety help me I have inhabit <br />of this world. Extant upon its designs <br />to be more aimlessly fluttering at <br />the window, to shadow all the patterns <br /> <br />it offers each sun. In frames far as eye <br />I draw my words towards a juggler's shards <br />as if our fallings-down our deaths occurred <br />but did not involve a lot of colloquialized <br /> <br />arm movements, the body language throws. Thus <br />the shape of your silence when it speaks me <br />is different than mine in saying you, <br /> <br />though both of them resemble that spasm hymned as <br />repose lifepause a happen of sorts the way <br />the horizon's a long way without meaning to.<br /><br />Bill Knott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dearth-demise/
