smokeless moon. circle with no ephemeral dust.
full to the visual eye. round to the visceral heart.
hushed you hang shadows
across a starlit night
continents divide. oceans continuously ebb and flow.
unseen on the other side. time has no ventral movement.
stillness inside a vacuum
actions rendered motionless
words hang from a string
laconism looms. dusky thoughts are lulled to sleep.
the mind is a journal. secrets are held in abstinence.
quietude became our mantra
a circumference of silence
antiqued with browned edges