No one knows the sound of their snore. The terrene
don’t trust their take on intangibles. It is all about
space, size, occupation. Easy to access, easy to assess.
A panoply of possessions buildup our boom.
Pedigree and perch are lauded.
Incantations of unorthodox prayer pleases nobody.
In this rialto there isn’t anyone to review
the tenuous sparks that embrace us.
Nobody even changes the questions they cast.