From the heart
a factory of tears
where walls rebound
or block.
The eyes watch the hands
fall away;
they see better in darkness.
Each breath folds into
corners
as voices pull at the blood
to speak
edging out truth and lies.
Ears hold the place of
faraway;
the last words become the
knife
separating flesh from reality.
Wisdom is the rain between
moments
just out of reach.
Roger Singer 