yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

bring me things to break myself upon till

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear.  what will happen.

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.