nothing

Version 3 is called “AIR”

not sure what there is
we can bring, anymore.

hands empty with
one million causes and
mouths move into
the shapes of silence.

what is noise, anyway?
but how the air sits
persistent, shrugging;

she will confess nothing
nothing but time.

(if you’re interested in how this evolved)

Version 2 below:

not sure what there is
we can bring, anymore.

hands empty with
hollow causes and
mouths move to
the shapes of silence.

what is noise, anyway?
but how the air sits
persistent, shrugging;

she will confess nothing
nothing but time.

version 1 below

not sure what there is
we can bring, anymore.
hands are empty with
hollow causes and
those mouths move
in the shapes of silence.
what is noise, anyway?
but how the air sits
persistent, shrugging;
she will confess nothing
nothing but time.