Nameless

We sauntered here...
Chattering about some nonsense
rippled in our genes...
Which person you speak in
dyes your voice
with colored hues...
tones I've heard so much,
I don't hear them...
Colors arose
and someone said
white.

Who called it?
The question arose
and fell upon
a passing sun...

A glimpse
of a real hand
in wild shock
of pure light...

It's many times here...
These hands...
are many times here...

bare.
shocked.
found moving
caught here...

a passing sun and
a shade changed
frozen hands
on a block of wood...

and we tied up this
time of hands...
we tied up this
time of hands...

Into many lines
between two points...
Straight.
Fine.
Definite.
Delusional.

Points then scattered about...
Many lines...
Many times...
and somewhere...a star forms.