Shredded down,
the paper frowned
asking every reason 
  why.
Pirouettes 
towards the cure,
yet every remedy; 
a lie.  
Threaded through,
  I heard you
moving. through. the eclipse.
I tried to say 
  the words
but just kept writing scripts.
I thought someday
there’d be a way for
  gravity
  to lose.
I tried to find a pulse
but found the storms 
inside your shoes.