when i was come upon the farside of an indifferent near-miss
i slew no dragons. i cinched my noose like a necktie
for a lost party with all the beautiful doubts;
lumberjacking the forest
for a tree that paid in cash
to have a Northern View
and enough ***** on a hill that
used to be a mountain...
i dreamt of cobblestones
betwixt my photons-
snuffing out the green
for a dull mauve
in a mob of
sunshine

Like a star
without
a sun’s
mind-

kept awkwardly
with nothing
less than
All Time.

At all times.