degrees of cold measured counted and sorted on scales of histories forgotten river rock rolled smooth nothing to mark the passing of the days, the passing of time. or the passing of the passing of the time when i sang into your lungs a silent song words that you cannot recall put to a memorable melody. a night train to nowhere in your country except to away from now. away from me second, but away from me without you first. toward a noise canceling landscape absent of any one, but not all of us.