I scroll you *******
infinitely fraught
perhaps
infinitely sought
steps

thin penciled lines
on faded paper
wait by the bath
to be cleaned of time

what darkens into
these lines
those lines
crowds of already

waiting  to be sound
blasting away
at space time
that you know

camped out
on moonbeams
made of nonsense
capitalized

this distance
away from
that grip
on you

closing