Author's note: You can read this in two columns or just straight across the row. Or both.

It has the same meaning or lack thereof either way, depending on how you feel about it.


A thread falls Here in silence

Pulling the outside into me Softly singing

Everything that was, is and will be Only a whisper

Lives forever in an instant Of eternity

Pictures fall together In perfect order

Until everything the same For the first time

Feels different somehow As truth comes

Feels more alive Burning brightly

Feels whole Here inside

Fills the dark Rounded whitewashed walls

Of my soul Of my heart