as much as it matters, it only remembers.
the making of a thing so brutal and priced.
i can only begin
as time yawns for us.
feels like one joke too many, or else
i'm in this fire with you.
i can't destroy anything useful,
or offend a fact.
i can only sit with one. my hand is,
and your accepting, always accepting.
the cat and his love, too. the car music
and the quiet cause we don't have to
know one another, but we do.
in this.
god, so dear in our tender,
and rifling tired through us. come a little
near. don't forget a thing. just forget
what we knew, only the new
impression of it will matter now.
don't let a clock stop unless its time does,
too. each one passing,
is literally the only one passing,
and each one just keeps on
passing through
