so much of meaning lost

all of the angles add up to a sight
we know what happens when we name each day
these gifts are moments of most honest play

so much is given in plain black and white
we catch a single instance of the ray
all of the angles add up to a sight

those motions rattle only through a night
you are not certain we have lost our way
so much is signalled by what we don't say
all of the angles add up to a sight