so you have no name...i can yet name you; no bother
it is a simple thing to have a hole in your honor
and sideways now is always

and you remember how your scars are like twilight and cinnamon

if you keep the happiness of happiness
it was tonight... and yet
ours is to loom in troubled avatars
and i suspect
the winter in summer’s teeth
to sink at least as deep as goodbye
and hours will be hours
at a time