that race we born into
& the chance of
glistening
metal & rock
took a long time to
grow between a
youthful hand
of limp fingers
stiffening toward
the precious oily
forehead we
came before
understanding things
around the frills
of lying pop
songs we joined
from apart with our
long lives inside—
while the race grew
close around the
trim exhibition
of her hand
& veils we crowded
first at happily
then more drunkenly ;
at last ,sunday football
from friends to
lonesome as whistles
come time
& all gaps exposed fully—
remaining, not running,
but upright I pull
toward the night
running out my eyes
& oft frozen in fear.
& the chance of
glistening
metal & rock
took a long time to
grow between a
youthful hand
of limp fingers
stiffening toward
the precious oily
forehead we
came before
understanding things
around the frills
of lying pop
songs we joined
from apart with our
long lives inside—
while the race grew
close around the
trim exhibition
of her hand
& veils we crowded
first at happily
then more drunkenly ;
at last ,sunday football
from friends to
lonesome as whistles
come time
& all gaps exposed fully—
remaining, not running,
but upright I pull
toward the night
running out my eyes
& oft frozen in fear.
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