Satiety help me I have inhabit 
of this world. Extant upon its designs 
to be more aimlessly fluttering at 
the window, to shadow all the patterns 

it offers each sun. In frames far as eye 
I draw my words towards a juggler's shards 
as if our fallings-down our deaths occurred 
but did not involve a lot of colloquialized 

arm movements, the body language throws. Thus 
the shape of your silence when it speaks me 
is different than mine in saying you, 

though both of them resemble that spasm hymned as 
repose lifepause a happen of sorts the way 
the horizon's a long way without meaning to.