How bad must it feel yes when with new heart say what you will not preferential to business and stuck that way. Coming home through a squall brief delays report my body walking through a door and closing it behind. Inside a room becomes outside the world but are you? Here when with what I have there are new ways. Unaware of whatever I am saying, but saying it. Still yarns unspool. Get over it. For whoever you could have been, get over it. For the finished sentence’s sake. Get over it. Get over it. For the mountain(s) still in your way, get over it. Get over it. Get over it. Wait while still what I hold in you is quality light, get seen. Though not what you think you want now, what you have is good. There are reasons. So whatever you could have said and what this is coming to let it last for however long it does and when it’s gone let it be gone. Lest a flight stir.
Bearing cold neglectful sight in weary blood-cracked eyes, nerveinous slips of tearing-open potentials getting discarded everywhere not to be picked up for centuries by cool ash-affected winds. Then damn this whatever it is and damn my hands that bear it forward. Damn whatever you want to, all it is all we are still counting out the numbers of days. And nights. And weeks. And months to come. Well through new year’s. Ball drops no one to kiss, give me a boo-hoo. Megaphoning to yourself you sad pathetic wretch and words like that. Go on. This is a stint in. And for what it’s worth, I used to know.
In celebration. Lasting vestiges. Of denied sendouts. To whoever it is expected will return. I and my final reflection colliding for once. Once a man twice a child, that is what paw-paw said. Cold beautiful next-up receding light. All of it pooling in from outside time. How do I even begin to describe to you. How does it begin even to show itself truly. All the things, all the time, happening.
What was a reel slows down for just you. Slid through redundant lids. Tall-ordering. Feel-gooding the room. Again, we all return to. Casper-like ghosts and fruitful returning heys. For one day, I will not be here (here) anymore. And then I know some way I will not have to worry everything catches up to me. Ghosted breath expiring. Lock your heart with the non-snow outside. And relieve yourself of all weight for all of it. This and someone else’s solemn vow. To be gotten by understanders elsewhere.