A band Probably no one ever asked to come sail away on this river, though Achilles was dipped in it at birth. Greek gods swore by this goddess.

Baked by heat On burning sands In ancient land A mystery stands It stands alone To watch the sun And dream of all It's seen undone

I share a home with dark matter, measured yet unseen, No edge, no name, no promise of reveal. I fill the space where answers have never been, Beyond the reach of proof, untouched by appeal.

I run, yet never walk. I have a bed but never sleep I have a mouth but bever speak

Silence grows where walls embrace, a breathing pause in softened space. Birdsong falls from open air, a quiet place hidden here.