Click in the bedroom,
Absence of sound.
Surveying options, I'm
Wary of movement which
Might take away
Inspiration.
It comes
And goes.
Sparks outside
Crackle with pleasure.
Falling stars
Grace my presence,
Whistling a
Noble tune.
Glory in death,
Or suspension of life:
I'm not sure.
Echoes.
Answers.
No questions.