our voices recede

into static
as does everything

the inevitable resting state
our movement fails to cease
we finally acquiesce to the natural state of things

entropy reigns where before intentions
intended some plan
or hope towards control

/@least

understanding something more
of why&
wherefore will i end
upside down and unknowing

just as ever
before
but feeling vague and unknown
fit
the smaller pieces as disjointed and shamblebodied
but necessarily so
uncertainty was necessity
in the face of false sureties

we jingled and jangled
stumbling, but honestly
and proudly

embracing doubt
as argument against someone else's
conclusions
all we knew
their way wasn't ours
even if we couldn't say
what our's
was

is now
nothing more than static
receding one pixel against a background
of billions more