<p>Drowning in the weight of becoming, nobody could have guessed the simple noise it left ringing in our ears.</p>
I forgot how many friends I had
when liquid became sweet rivers
of molten courage gushing
through each bone
and fatal fissure
drowning in the weight of
becoming, nobody
could have guessed the
simple noise it
left ringing in our ears
rhythm sinks in synchrony
below nights tied down by double vision
our faces touched by light are
blinding and binding to this
lost tomorrow