Cooling down to a more anxious level ,
a windswept winding sense of time and fluidity
Listen carefully to the drudgery that sneaks under our clothes.
The glistening sweet grime that separates us.
All our bones bend and groan at the sight of our previous encounters,
falling at the last moment against the last un-surmountable obstacle left to behold.
Growing old.
Fuck me,
I don't even have it anymore.
