seconds before the fireflies separate our field and sky, between aluminum pillars of sagging electric distance, watercolors of the softest kind settled beneath the line beyond my eyes. a surrounding buzz of misplaced effort, trickled a native sound so gently into my ear. bats dove deep, deeper, disguised by nighttime tree line, invading this field with me. i paused, absorbed deep the air of wonder. so settled beneath the line beyond were the colors i had forgot. so filled with electric wonder. we fell together as color unto the night bats unto the deepest field, so lost of all control, inside the fading tree formed shapes, where we lost our breath and pause and forgot our wonder of where our time had gone.