I start
Concoctions of sugar-salted seas gritting the back of my teeth
A neon-newness, an overplayed dream
Blue moon skyline flashes, hopes and flutters, thunderous crashes

I stop

Each action rhythmic and time-checked, mapped out
(Horrified intermingledness)
A synchronized plea in our ephemeral wasteland
Dead space in an asphalt square, opaque reflections--
Going somewhere

These cadential fissures, these stop-timed moments in life--
Hearing the sonorous voice from the stained snow,
Breathing about roses and a spider skirts up the wall
Pink depths, widow-made filigree, unknown origins, petal imagery

And time remains

For the unrequited love-song from the universe--
Sneaking up, hushed and winking,
I start

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