My friend once remarkedthat she had found me in a dream.
I had performed badly, by your standards.A tentative touch above the collar;perhaps too solemn a goodbye.
There is elegance in my anathema - my hand-to-mouth errand;your paint-by-numbers wish.
Let me speak,my silent-gone child;to raise the flame and illuminateour black pools and portents.I will mark out time’s passage with…