Free time, take enough
to last 'til we agree

here, in the first five minutes, taken to extreme
waiting
is such sweet suffering,
we fail to apprehend what is rotting wrong away.

Patience esotero, pleas, esoterical

but no, no, no man may know…

I insist. And am ignored/
quick,
so quick to tic, the constant pushing
spring,
the battery, which is called that,
I don't know why

and I care a little, response, aitia, I care
fret
so much I look it up, AI says, trust me,
I know
assault and battery we suffer for a season,
we resist,
we build a battery of stones only Incas ever
had know how to let such be
moved up this mountain we have told to move,
and when it refused, as seems, it did,
if refusal in confusion
made more sense.
Rivers bent.
Slow to plenary oxbows.
We came to sit and watch.
Wait and see, simultaneously,
we may know
a donut whole inversity...
more again than ever knewt before…

waiting is, you grok, and wonder was this
like this once, before

we know  we are  one mind, certain
in our selves, it happens all the time.