the end has no end & nothing ever began. there was no shot heard ‘round the world & there will be no whisper, no shout. there is this second, now, this one. there are lips touching lips & hips touching hips. there is your chest expanding & contracting- the beat of your heart. there is the sound of the television off in the distance & the sound of a city at rest. breathe deep; exist in between the pages, the seconds, the sound waves.