I will be wide-flung in the next
there will be no need for signing in
I just want to grace it. I want to swing heads blind. I want to de-clutter the expectation. I want to objectify the past. I want to cast the plunge. I want to sun the hours. I want to courage the empty and then, scat away.
This would cause an end, or broaden waters, but the moment passes.
I am not seen in what turns.
I am one of yours
We can share the filth.
till, we lift off.
The stone of a moment is a foot beneath
© Umansky 2014