Away and Nothings

throwing flowers and grains into the wind so our metaphors can plant themselves seasons bring greetings from cycles we want to be easier to understand and this is what we have a contraption of molecular exchange feeding itself and slowly building up a resistance to the forces unseen, that started this conversation with no intention on making a final decision welcome to your place in amongst all-containing un-explainable, where certain facets we depend on have gotten us comfortable enough to pay no mind beyond whats necessary, off into the depths where away, and nothings exist I marry through arrangement my limits and am tortured by the existence of envelopes opened teasing my powers, tempting in what I see as a navigation and trade of this space-time continuum I constantly refer to as appreciation the ghost rode in on a white horse and I saw the moon eating the suns left overs and a falcon pulled the sun and moon across the sky and hawks inspired apathy, purely in the name of silence now what shall we all believe when trees make sound when they fall no matter what.