Heavy heat
drawn long off that burning orb in the sky
glowing for no one.
Palpable haze and buzz of nothingness.

Sounds of silence.
unnoticeable ticking of the sun.
Slow growing shadows are

The reflections of substance.
Stretching trees.
A cloud yawns.

This stone is cold and green
soft moss sprawls across a segmented face,
starts coming up in patches.

The sun provokes delirious indecision,
and I shut my eyes.