The crescendo seems phosphorescent
The climax hits the moment like beads of water
The gentle crash and silent swell of heightened senses
It seems the time has lost its seeming matter
The quiet cadence fades to a beautiful silence
A serene breath falls from the chest
The world drops
A touch
An end
Beginning
Climbing the ladder
Stringing along the scattered shatters into one
The impertinence falters
Everything falls into significance
From the hours drone
To the mysterious drag of light from all corners
The iris of pure validity and valor
Engulfed in a sea of black and white
Drowning under the heavy hand
The only four letters
Two vowels
Two consonants
One syllable
