The Time Ek Stasis

Whispered words. these walls breathe the inanity of 
accusation
And a moment of gifting passes through what once was 
identity
So that its dispersement surpasses even reciprocity in a 
movement
Beyond truth and falsity while well worn pillars of 
objectivity
Collapse as if blown asunder by the blameless pawns of 
poets
Ecstatically exhuming treasures of forgotten grace.