How Will You Know?
When all your words are voiced outloud,
And every leaf is sketched and proud,
With every nod amongst the crowd
As shuffled air inside a cloud.
When you count totals of the days,
And mark the notches in your ways,
With charted limits to your gaze
As mitred pace in things you say.
When all goes back into the box,
And wheels spin against the blocks,
With silence before the aftershock,
As melting ice amongst the rocks.
How will you know?