a moment’s interlude for words like smoke to spill in my waiting mouth. the reinvention of moments, ferverent wishes for small aches, dizzy and waiting for need. beginning places where thoughts are mattters for little soul sufferings, the scribbles on night lanes and messes of fractured fingerbones lying like my past. temple sighs and hushes, words and windows moving familiarly, rough watches by the honeycomb. wear, give and forgive after a long night of returning to light. wash away rhymes.