It’s when the crack appears for your reply
That silence floods the room like what’s to hide
The light like mathematics glues the forms
But proofs are more elusive than before
The unwatched weed, the orphan eyes are all
That can be said of the truth as it falls
The rich, viscous pupils have void inside
To counter the glare of the surface lie
As the spiral depths pull further away
Behind the crystal where deities play
Promising all that inmates guarantee
To those who don’t quite realize they are free
We plan: a crust of land, love that won’t die
While the words we use dissolve when birds go by
