no one had as much as a chance
against the terrible great nothing much
it reminded all… and made it seem as if
we were all on islands
and all arguments had came to a hole bore in the ocean
turning up the windows of the world
the sun lobbed into hotel rooms…
and they were all hotel rooms
no one had as much…
all ways and never have the meat of but one wing between them
more of the midnight gum darkening the absence
preserved between all your otherwise lived earth moments
no one had as much
besides
there is a soft center of the human gesture
where grain light alone visits
and the make up is...
its arrowless sped up and fear exempt…
and…
i’ve got this one little sister to think about
and no one had as much…