Where the bright withers
As a silent reason
Air falling lightly
Drought touching everything
To hold the wounds of all at once everywhere
In the sight of our treason
To hear the sense of a hollow voice
And the touching of negligence
It is some other time far between where no sights or sounds
we are them and we're us as Now
There is nothing where you stand before
I can be a timeless called retreat
There is nothing where you stand before
I can be a timeless called retreat
