past the start

o

no 

the rope

wasn’t in

the boat

o

yes 

makes 

a lot of 

sense

dragging

slowly

towards a 

halt

drifting 

backwards

past the start

shadows longer to dawn

pas sure

if 

the forest is laughing.

or 

the rain

on a tinroof cries. 

shadows longer to dawn

arches to bridge

eden to path

and the birds devoured it

.

nada is perfect

nada is perfect

faith recycles

water to wine

fine.

water on word 

blurr’d.

true monet monet 

regret regrets

hugs equals zeros