a pull on the shirt sleeve a rattle on the door constant ringing of the phone incessant ticking of a watch i close my eyes to see pixelated grays materialize into a mosaic that must certainly be you a slight rift in the plane of time colors form the grays re-arrange to make an image of the most stunning rose i'd ever seen but should a rose be the only thing to symbolize; effect of my merely human soul? rose change to cherry blossom for more beautiful are they more splendor to fit that strange rift you've made more beautiful are you than humanity's rose beauty bears fruit which, in turn, leaves hope the rift expands.