A line of open
And yet patience and acceptance
Knowing when a mode of mine has changed
As the switch of a bargain
A thing I don’t dare spoil
The mountains are full of voice
Something building in the foreground
Ice and blue
A break and breath
Careful as the line to not break
So tempted in the lack or silence
Waiting on, hanging on
So I continue and continue
The tears cried from the temple
A warfare I didn’t know could exist
Yet now as built on a thread
To the line of continuation…