And grabbing air so hard that gills come out,
MMXX
And grabbing air
so hard that
gills come out,
you catch with your mouth
the Cosmos's
icy freeze.
Throat in a knot,
With a gaze
of icy
glint.
From the crackle
of nothing
and the Sun's
white disc
To the tips
of your fingers
you hear
only the swing
of a metronome —
the smooth running
of Eternity's
Silence.