and the arrow arched the blue and fell,
their voices dimmed and faded.
The wave rose silent in the bay.
The needle and the vinyl braided.
And supine upon the shore, the boy became
very calm – a signature is signed – forever.
Uneasy invitees, fingering his brow, his seams
misread the message in the braille. But he,
unheard within the crowd, proclaimed –
all that came before this time was dreaming.