* * *

You and me,
between us
a web of resistance.
We allow silence to prevail.
Nothing left to say.
No need.

* * *

All the anxiety means nothing
to us.
Snow is white.
Snow is white here.

* * *

Breaking what is empty,
its essence fictitious,
to make life stand still.

* * *

Resist. Question its meaning.
Trapped within a conclusion that revealed nothing.
Displaced vocabulary
and human desire;
pleasure,
possession
and myth.