the dark and the bright lacking

inside the divisions of shadows and light

throughout the unseen space between the in-between

and the low-below

a murmuring voice mumble

unheard and barely spoken words

to calmly gasp new life in old, mouldy static

as the way of ways and the will of want

break the trouble-free

inside the acceptance of each and every little thing

to sharply reconfigure now to relate

a desperate message of unsung songs and untouched feel

this moment flies unnoticed

this second dies alone