not words

a glint in the eyes, a fire an elbow digging into hips or a vibe so thick it may as well have been solid. but. the lawyer is unable to make up fantastical events: mist after all is just water in another form. but a human who has transformed, left the shell - is taken as an end end? how did we come to that when science touches mystery and stops? words, dripping like dew passion, aflame, indignance. uncalled communication clearly felt. i think it was the cold sweat, it might as well have been a hot summer's night. the logic was easy to frabricate, the emotions not so much and we all knew how history likes to repeat when knots do not resolve, the sandstorm becoming more indistinguishable from mere words. play acting is the easiest thing to do, anyone could do it. it is the intangible, it is the subtle cues that are hard to read and that - is why. the waves never quite completely end. it's likely. it could be. it might be. then words cave under a torrent of fire and ice more solid than heaven and hell.