Gravitates and Devours.

I see two;
Only two.

I hear two;
Only two.

I feel two;
Only two.

My worm has turned on itself this hour.
Perhaps some of his skin is still pale gray.
I didn’t notice.

Yellow warms, drains, moves, enters, insulates,
gravitates, organizes, devours.
Not for me.

This hour
the only messenger is an icy drift
of silence.

I see two;
Only two.

I hear two;
Only two.

I feel two;
Only two.

Not three.