Flow; Interruption-less

in days that gift us fire — we rest, we plunder fairy towns
that we created back — back when we first encountered — 
such life — oh, how such life will never rest — while we attempt
to throw ourselves into the rivers — our one wish to be carried — 
with no rehearsals — lessons learnt can bring kind air for glimpses — 
escapes bring distance with their names — and never an escape
from melancholic machinations; as shade, provided, merely seconds.
to only have one more impression — of whispers touching; such dear care — 
beginnings, endings; not contracting — the master of our strange despair,