torn
by tense as all allowances must be in turn for every packet of Equal to metastasize wholesale in due time for even rust can be made to give. the wait of it all gave
the beat space. (O
to dream in tivo!) Once revered, twice reversed, cursed to miss the mark off the cuff out of our augur to age glorious in august trips south, past the past, past what won't last til
tomorrow:
presence as absence between a pair of docks dropped like eaves into the lake with a most quiet splash leaving you at the least
unlikely to know what lies when friction fingers future's sutures to leak the now,
binding
dreams to a blinding end that never was.