man gets too tired to care but stays up all night to feel the cold and creaking silence of night's shrinking armor just before dawn

something
that means something
beyond meaning

rarely do i belong to one who isn't missing

this is the earth that turns
too quickly
beneath feet, rails, and wheels
to consider
the incomparable distances
between men

we build up our muscles for waiting

in the heart of a truly living summer

blades of grass look up and reflect everything that i cannot