they were in there all day/ not quite

big enough therefore and then they kissed/

for maybe/

what was/

disappeared/ into

ourselves///

silently/ always kneeling/

the deathwatch anguish he has not/

lived///

it was just a set/

for the camera’s eye

to compliment/ the laughter/

of afterward demands/

not rebirth

but fate/

whose songs all by all

and deep by deep/

among the broken

odds/

of yes///

and if i sing you are my voice/

most rare

we’ll carve immortal

dreams from just despair///