Finding a firmament
In the flux;
Staking a ground
In the dust;
Striving to see a key
Out of clues left before us like puzzle pieces
That resolve only as certain as you please.
Desire builds a voyage
From the spires to the skies;
Desire talks, awaiting its listener
And the beat fades
And desire wanes
Away, and those who stay listening
Are doing nothing but speaking.
