those lines softened

the ending.
so it is.
ending.
and the contour of the naked flesh
closing
in orbit
actually
fading indescribable
as if that were
a word
ever used
in poesy. i made the magistrate,
the stars,
the overwhelming
day.

you stayed.

pretended the worthless.
imagined the future.
you stayed.
imagining.
the ROCKS