in the softness of words
the wearable pieces of silence
divided the reality of choice:
it is as it was…
a softness in decision,
the indecision of speech
unscourged, undropped, unblistered
by human language
perfected in its soft soul.
I took the whereabouts of each letter
and wared them in soft bytes
of endless colors of perfect imaginations:
the day encircled the night
and the software became life.
each beat of light
approached all the wares closer, and closer,
until it became soft… the power of unwaving light.
