oh, how quickly things slip away. like time and house keys. the precise weight--the span--of some lost lover's arm. these far too petty days. when even the window shades curl against me. mock my constant strain for discontent. how must we continue to use words when all their sound and sense has been wrenched? when they fall so quickly down--to plunk like false pennies? this mind a stolen space for laundry lists. job letters. schedules. worry in perpetuity. if i could wander. if ever. -- if i could cast this ageless smile in cinder blocks and patience.

i would build us two a house so strong.
even our true-love's force could never destroy it.

i've been thinking too much. about how flightless things with wings. can't fly.