whatever order may entail
upon the structures that detail
circumstance and happenstance,
it falls apart; it flies away;
it is not solid quick belief, not faith,
but these be moving too;
in time, in thought, in visible relief;
a shadow left of light’s collision with itself,
on matter, moment, mode, less than these;
itself these things arrange
more vibrant for silences that never are
repetitious heartbeat in green stone
words in rain styled clay
ayaladn 