before
we know it, here we are.
and
then allow enough prodigality,
incessant
solitude through which we
know
to arrest the vitality of sorrow.
I
am sorry, I did not know that a sun could slide to kill
right
down my side of virtual frenzy.
I
thought I was standing of flesh and good were the legs
to
receive the attention of other legs
and
up we were finding each other’s ending.
