I am the voice the city no longer hears
the comings and goings that stir no dust

I am the candle flame I did not ignite
the moonless garden

I am the figment imagined
a single planet in dark space

I am the throb in the throat that is not mine
the unheard static

I am the hands that no longer hold
the air no being can exhale

I am the forehead too heavy to lift
the eyes without pupils

I am the inhabitant and the inhabited
where I am you are