Departure

From architectures which require weeping. From archaic means of determining pain. From squeamishly looking away from what must be written, composed, rearranged, discarded, unearthed, retold.


Where words pressed against the edge, deliberately cut off for a reason, or was that hindsight. From I’ve already gathered the mail. From will you shudder it? From perhaps I should tell her that saying no is a type of constriction. More can be more. Not in the world of manifestation, where everything is scarce in your mind, but in the world of characterization, in which you are unknowably able. From what will be later is no longer sand nor sediment. From work within time to refute time.