Solid Air

Do we cast shadows

in the dark?

And do they weigh down

the air?

Cause I believe

these eyes are fallacy

        - incomplete -

and bathe in the totality

of the unwitnessed:

the mute's echo

heard by the deaf man.

Do dead loved ones

dance in my heart?

And is that the reason

for its beat?

A world beneath

the tangible rocks

kicked up by curious feet.

Is what's unexplainable


Or are we just

tired of the search?

Because I'm driven

by the potential answer

as much cancer as it may disperse.

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