..and floating downstream with the sun at my back
I wanted to ***** over the fall like a skier flies over the snow,
there was a slight resistance to the softest water and from me,
acquiescence,
experience is nothing if not experienced.

when you're bound to the depths
it doesn't matter that it rains.

It was 2367 somewhere
but maybe not there,
only imagined in the last
light
before death,

the future holds many memories...but
none of the first time we kissed