will

when we lost the tracks
the time scarred
and the content
-blinding light of the snake god
was spoken through

boots dragged in snow
a nonchalant vow
manifest in desperation
hours of conversation
reduced to these

transitory bodies
suffocated and drowning down
another chapter
of laughter
and the forgotten

a room that is or was
typing, chatting and silence
images for faces
a memory of wasted
scars

left behind
in embraced convalescence
existence before essence
a movement or shuffle
misplaced
and left to

write and
repeat after loud-speaker
or whisper forever
that only sound
is manifest

and in these tracks
we will be found