When things get too loud to be heard,
of an hourglass
then lock them inside
and throw away your fears.
An outbreak of life-affirming thrills
Will take it from there
Turning the forgiven autobiographies,
Slowly carved in the white marble,
into third person narratives.
To everyone’s disbelief, some blind fingers
are no longer desperate for a familiar touch
to find their sleep.
No more misjudgments for a manuscript,
the submissive dots have become letters
And the mild temples above,
A worshipping force of nature,
Capitalized thoughts running deep.