28 february

and when it's the end it's surprising to see all the space that can appear when you turn away -- and it's not at all surprising to see a sudden rush of other fill in the gaping suck of nothing -- busting at the seams with potential then a tent full of camping that forgot how things are ordered with the fire under the pillow and the constellations underfoot -- roast the dreams and marsh the mellow -- no easier way there to sail ahead, sliding through dark like a slice