thanks to something into the workings of which i have no insight i have a greater memory of the door than that which waited behind it and of course the long staircase down
wait for the sun by the side of the road. past the drama it needed. leaning on the bar, screenplay under arm. there was a moment there to be had. but you waited, which made no difference
whole generations feeding it and no wonder about what will happen to it after. but to ask if it can feel the earth is ridiculous. it feels the hot white push from the sky, and it pulls from underneath, breaths out steam in the morning air.