Shell(s) Falling

Written on the steps,
reading breathes life.
What is it?

Writhed in pain,
as those who kissed the sky,
dying inside.
Where had it gone?

Mourning,
up and atom,
Hadn't we lost it?

Heliotropes and geese
couldn't disappear?

Our neighbors kissed us goodbye,
Hadn't we known where
they will go?

fates for us
await

whereof one
two?

can I speak?
hadn't already spoke?

presenting
had escaped the present

mowing the sky
was all I had known before