Awkward Silences

Here we are. This is what we wanted.
But something is needed to fill in the blanks.
Something said, so we know where it stands.
To make ours, beliefs, directions, for we are thieves,
Of central workings, emotions, shared demands.
All we need, is to break it, so we can mend it.
All we have to do is cut it, wool already knit.
Still, it has to be done. A voice, has to be sung.
Those old strings, always kept, have to give way,
To say the things, simple and soft, we have to say.

So simple. And soft.

1:16

Desk, standing in disarray, disorder,
Task, incompleted in dismay, folder
Open, sheets swirling, embracing,
Minds, needs, bazaar-like holding

Fragile and delicate order within caos
Fleeting yet systematic, ataxophobic urge
Fear bounding and gathering another surge
Futile and intricate, most frail relicary.

Unreal

Take me in, raining outside, cold inside
Too many steps, too much time, to think
Want to lie, stay and say what needs,
What is already known, need to make it
Real.