We didn't--
Comprehend-his-daemon
Upon a precipice of
Rounded metallic.
They wouldn't mimic
Pixies regurgitating
Amino acids,
For no accord
Of constellation.


We sat--

She sits-


They disturb ontological
Passives first, never thinking.
This girl would watch
At wigwam pace because--
Instead of learning
Who and how...


Our dry hearts, pumped dust.