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