Ah, a
ha, long exhalation of previous re
inspiration... like say aaah soft

say la
selah, life lingers ever after I and all
thy imaginations have
been swept away,
into another day,
a time with you aware I was in my present,
you were never there,

I looked for you,
waited, as Beckett imagined waiting, where nothing
is real, all could only be if we
agree

this is so, so it is.