©Michael Cordiez
~special guest- Stephanie Anne
thrown off course when the navigation died, the thing that provides such comfort in times of need
swerving to avoid the puddles that envelope the world above and below
ditching dodges as the hole filled vacancies begin to grow
when there's nothing to listen to, the noise of the globe seems deafening in its silence
you're too smart to remember the way it sounded before the quiet, this still place
timeless, in its lack there of
coated in windless memories, singing softly behind the mirrored images of the long lost seashells
the approaching tree, knocked over in a fit of fury
it had to go when its time had come, riddled with poison and ready to die
the only thing tossed aside