Their mouths empty with a pointless sound

Loosely strung together thoughts emerge

Walls I keep walking into and bouncing off of

Succession of impacts growing more intense

Popular intercestions where dead eyes meet

All of the coordinates are wrong

There were pictures of prophets

Burning in a fire casting off blue smoke

All these personal memories

Corrupted by my own points of view

Pick up pieces of the sky from the ground

Bolt together angles slammed into spheres

Point random signals blind until they bounce

So I can get my own bearings away from here

And begin to rebuild a truer north

Walking streets at unsafe hours

Tossing ideas and humor back and fourth

Fashion their shapes into our own

Days fell behind, leaving a lifetime’s hole