it clicks into place while everything else moves
click
click
c l i c k
like bones rearranging themselves inside your chest
it moves away while another moves close
so close you can feel its gravity
sucking your fingers through themselves
you cannot hold
you cannot
cannot hold what is already
falling through your hands
the sand is screaming
your hands are bleeding
and still
you try
there are too many moving parts
for either of us to love just one
every focus a blur
melding
m e l d i n g
MELDING
every hand you clutch
vanishes
as soon as you move one
the rest
rotates
erupts
slips
laughs
at you
at you
at y o u
and the quiet truth
is that you
you collapsing little observer
you think you're watching
(I did too)
we witnesses
gnawing our own shadows
the worldscape
worldscape
w o r l d s c a p e
doesn’t notice you
it doesn’t stop
it doesn’t forgive
it doesn’t even care
it only moves
moves
m o v e s
and you remain
the one thing
that cannot
quite
keep up.
if nothing stays,
what will you hold?
