Silence
as I stand under the spray...

Perhaps today
will be inspiring...

...like broken fragments
otherworldly...

I careen across
the pavement...

I wonder if
I really am...

I think somewhere in all this
subcutaneous earth...

Take a cloth
and slide it across my skin...

Empty
empty...

I feel the rain
and I wonder...

There, just at the end of your strained vision, a...
And in that moment of seeing, an impossible choice...

I can hear the strumming
in the background of my life...

I am a ghost to your reality
when I am not there...