The toss up
Solitude. Lying soiled
And serpently,
Like the good old days,
Like the times spent in
Thought
When we had time
And time
Had
nevermind
to busy learning how to walk. 
And the days go buy slow enough to
Remember the colors
But not the verb.
And
We can't stop
And
we can't delay
And
We can't let it happen.

Exit Music

i knew i was early
but i didn't want to be late

walking to the door,
i thought,

i would like a building with a door man
they always filled the necessary gap between

inside and out.
i open the door

passively to the next epithet
tally

tallying sober jests

tallied somber jets
clouding the blue

of plans i'm not ready for.

the vacuumed air greets me
disinfection.

my walls appear,
shouldering mask sustainment

lending no advise
and

Exit Music plays
and i listen

and, because the Sun can not
i will account the light

and touch
be touched by it

for that is the arrangement.