so it was

those big old ocean eyes drawing to a close sigh heavily but lips stationary frozen timeposts mark those hands so big so strong resting on flimsy knees and pulsing so calm still no movement unless necessary so calm still no words unless necessary and back those eyes those blue antiques dust collectors still straining struggling suinting to remember those days the old ones when everything was... so it was always was until the end of time breathing in breathing out until no more