Flicker.

The little flecks of hello trickle towards flusters of goodbye where only silence and silencing soliloquies melt into butterflies and something jumps there inspired by those eyes, smile, breath — like a schoolgirl yet pruned with time she tries to ignore every last ounce of anything felt ever and instead swallow distraction deep into the confines of momentary metaphors that are meaningless or moronic because she states and surrenders to that enigma which entropies as if we do not know the outcome yet there is a subtle slippery serenade of shhhhhhhhh let’s be quiet and wonder together or apart or entirely alone shhhhh the silence the separation the shhhhhh stay at it as your sleep deprivation slips into the senses swimming and you’ve swam into the orbit yes the orbit of those little flecks that cornered smile and shoulder hunch and the sweet Sundays passing between the moment of noticing any of this and the moment of sharing too much even more then what ever was as it’s too easy to get lost in the flickers and wonder what would happen if they were to truly ignite, I as accidental arsonist, sparking something somewhere and all the world’s flames swirling in their golden-orange-yellow-red, occasionally blue and burning the errors which I’ve made into forgotten embers and ash so all that’s left is flicker and flame winding, winding, winding in the wind.