This forward thing
These steps
taken
to

nows
bleeding
forward an edge
thens crowd behind

i am limbed out here
crossing this sun
an' that moon
in this that
then

open
star craft
sailing from
who knows when
to not even there yet

again not again more
and even never
leaving out
anything
ever

more
happens
and is in store
to be bought by hours
absconding with everything

that's when you think a day
has marched through
my clean kitchen
and you clean
and pour

yourself
out on the bed
like time's wash water
congealed into a memory
of muscle and meat and love