there is no nothing

in the nothing of a still morning

is a scream and cry

Error: System Failure

i motioned in the thought

sometimes the stillness of sadness

is the beauty of a nearness new and lost

some things are only what they are together

and measure it                             

by a portion of our bodies

as it once was

as if to say everyone is like everyone

and achievement then is real 

and the standard for truth can be found in a hand

as if we could shake on it