Measure the volume of the silence in the room

A geometry of shadows, a calculated gloom

The blueprint is a circle that never quite connects

A graveyard of intentions and side-effects.

We’re building monuments to things that aren't there

Scaffolding the vacuum, buttressing the air

The weight of the nothing is a heavy, leaden sky

A sophisticated version of a very simple lie.

It’s the architecture of absence, a hollow design

Built on the fault-line of yours and mine

Calculate the distance, verify the void

Between the thing we loved and the thing we destroyed.

The foundation is air.

The walls are the wind.

Where does the vacuum end and we begin?

Subtract the light.

Subtract the sound.

Nothingness is the only ground.