Somedays the world holds togetherOther days, a stillness I didn’t chooseHow do I hand someone a feeling with no handle?How do I speak this to someone with no ear for it?For I speak in pulses,And they speak in proof.
Somedays the world holds together
Other days, a stillness I didn’t choose
How do I hand someone a feeling with no handle?
How do I speak this to someone with no ear for it?
For I speak in pulses,
And they speak in proof.