so let's go then
there are always specific details to be mentioned
concrete dimensions too real for abstraction
what kind of bread is in your fingers
what time is the alarm clock set for
when will i wake up
when will the money run dry
what vegetables are good for dreams
i will keep asking questions unless you answer
please to let me ask again
when the water bottles break us
when the cracks run into our skin
i am caking mud on my feet in the springtime
again
tiles on my wall are falling off once more
into the breach they reach and then clatter
no matter they are but dust and no wind
all we are and sometimes a song
along the path the map changes
rearranges shape/ preventing escape
where is there to go now
where to go will be there
when the going is gone and i am too
as well it's well to be well nigh gone
i am leaving leaving like the trees
blow your wind softly into the night
there are too many apples to swing in branches
pencils too sharp for forgiving missives
i am sorry for the disregard
i will ask forgiveness from tomorrow
the sleep that will come/ will come for all
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