The Name it Never Got-
Being waversCan’t pick a shapeHangs like a questionIn unfinished spaceThe silent universeHolds its breathWaiting on a single wordThat...
Being wavers Can’t pick a shape Hangs like a question In unfinished space The silent universe Holds its breath Waiting on a single word That never left
Give it a name it never got Call it something Call it not Hold that shadow till it’s warm Teach the tremor how to form
I see the world’s shadow Lean over its trace The real Worn thin Like a mask on its face You ask what’s underneath I say “Which day?” Every truth I ever touched Kept turning away
Maybe we’re the echo Maybe we’re the start Maybe all we ever were Is a pulse in the dark If I speak you into being Will you speak me too? Or will every broken outline Stay bleeding through?
