in the ivory light of dawn
things are quieter
than the mind
things are quieter
when the sun slides up
concave shell of sky

in these moments
we miss our hearts
we miss our souls
we miss innocense

maybe there is time
to carve a tusk of new hope
from the morning glow
to carry in the hollow of ourselves
cold bone to fill the endless empty

it is a dwelling upon these things
that drives a man to neutral
that slams the breaks hard
while all the while the world
ticks on and seethes ahead
stopping in the busy
is never a good thing
the moving ones lose sight of you
as motionless you fade away
collapsed upon yourself
a gravity well
bending eyes around
bending eyes away

not

really

there