The extremities pass & we coax the truth
into repeating the lesson left on a vacant shore.
Outside has become the new inside,
as the handhelds take the mind away.
What has me here so still,
the one word to hold so long?
Not on a road of sentences
will it will me a greater silence.
The nest is laid to final rest.
All the above was left at the rest stop.
It is a script of absences.
There is a picture in the word you hold dear.
Keep it safe.