I reach my hand out
Into an embryo, opening
Like a crack in the sky.
I feel the rain on the other side.
Watch as I stand still,
On the corner of a black ice slab.
Like a current sweeping,
Washing wide this wild world,
Like weeping dreams,
(A once picture-perfect frame.)
My ears fade away,
The echoing image, trapped,
In the backdoor behind my eyes;
The same image yet
We carry in the lines of our smiles.
An ending worth,
A feeling I drown myself in,
Within the loop of an uncertain end.