Friction

The friction of the universe 
is a subtle thing. 

Infinite tangents in a curve. 
Time and space get caught in my throat 
when I try to breath. 

There is so much infinity
in the grey sky, 
so much emptiness. 

I would tell stories, 
with faces: 
funny noses, 
smiles, 
and breath. 

But those stories always end in death.