these songs we scrawl into time
are not the thing
the depth
of your ink's
diffusion
in space-time's
other sticky layer

smeared dimensions
borne in indecision
ready for anything
eager to be
your thing
stepping in rhythm
would be
mesmerizers
all poised

have we let them in
or out
are these pets
of childless nexus
glad to have us
see them bark
fiercely and
say them into
the flimsy
best

spillage on maybe
is-ing things left
sometimes right
all unhurried
as it has you
as the air has you
and is always
taking
you away