hymns in mute

there was fog inside of
the outside of
our silence and all that we could see were the trees.
the map that they posted to us in another century
was sent from a country that does not even exist and you say you want to sleep.
sleep like there's no tomorrow,
sleep like yesterday is a bygone era;
sleep like you mean it.

i, on the other hand, allow for blurred lines. i may even welcome them.

all i know is that the trees are far from silent.