in anticipation of morning: airlessness, undone-ness — to taste nothing
resynchronization takes time
we wished a thickened glove to treat our splinting frame with noise
a practice of gentle aversion:
where do we greet the lesser heart of us who loved too hungry
the shifting, the mutable — all that the absolute excludes.
the years yearn as badly as we do
on cloudy days if moved to constant light
patience not a game of laquered need
Detailed, urgent; once in a while, selfless.