A perfect sphere

underneath

the clouds

~

where silence

has a last word

and we listen

I see

these links that formed

illusive at first

through the blinders

~

but look

lean back

and the road followed

is clear

Where is my first gear

because

I like to stop

for a moment

I wind myself

up

~

threading forwards

in an unseen circle

I look down

as I look up

A heart is caught

with an iron cage

where it sees through

at a life

~

that passes by

just out of