for an edge to give
you anything,

when fade performs
event; at once we
knew the multiple

and none of us will
tell we happened
when we count how
vast persists

when we say we
grew the dirt, or only
act at left or lacking

to try and get hold
the temporal

couldn't let the scene
come with it; running
the yards we bleed

it takes the both to rest
at ready, or still to

stir at needing warm,
never letting till
oh got there;

in a mirror not yet
aching, undressing out
its laugh at nowhere

what is held is also torn

we live beyond hope

to full-cling leveled
at its smoke

we live beyond hope

to lurch at further, or to
love that curve