here you are with your story and no one wants to hear here you are with your fiction and no one wants to see except for you and your light will it shine on shine for you and me and your light will it shine on shine for you and me and your sad unknown islands waiting for your thoughts on the horizon and your vacant eyes beside me just a breath away won’t return my gaze here you are and your liberation and your undulating dance in tantalizing slowness and your distance that you chose tell me did you find all your explanations inside your diorama and your once invented gray genius-like appearance almost succeeded and your soundless cries for more anti-life will die away unheeded and your light will it shine on