
Oars stroke past
past indiscretion
bypassing goodbyes
and wet weaping
exchanges
Wild sprout wilderness
rerouting
about turn about
time
Into ourselves
again
For fuck’s sake,
I’ll take greed
Fuck four fucks
I’ll take five.
Shake the world gently
It’s been time, had time, she’ll be fine
Lost.
Into. Ourselves.
Again?
…