PURE
They kept the silence pure, pulsing in light,
moving in time and beats, just as the
sound reverberates and shakes.
The air is silence, a
Space between the room
full of blue light and bloom
Of wonder in eyes and
nervous ticking time.
The mistake. The deserving bow.
Take time to flutter a heart,
hold still the light.
Only tears, tearing, burning
blunt
cuts
and shivering warmth.
Untied, unturned,
Making movements in the fire,
Burning brown;
Eyes that lie.