day 80

hoped you never said so.

- crossing fingers, rubbing palms, palm-to-palm, vis-a-vis an impatient glee -

teach me to say, no.
push me to the brink of non-existence;

I exist, still.

- reaching out, for more, for less, nothing is always too much to behold -

then we find some frivolous reason to go on

- a shared ice-cream, a raw fish, and mono-sodium-grated flour -

no matter, passivity rules. something else demands us to move away from something
so,

some things left unsaid, undone.

and we cross our hearts, one against the other >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

bursting forth - delirium!
and we die, in the hands of Yesterday's passive force.

- air in vessels, water in lungs /

too late to say, enough.





enough said.