non sequitur .005

the composite of it
just a moment
before
voices inventing        the
curvature                                                 scree
of                                                          of
a future                                a throng
intimacy                   among
                                       rattle
we were two                   but a
then                                        no closure
three                                           as of the chocolates
the counting                                      your choice
crucial                                                         demands
as                                                                        behind
                                                                                 the claw
a tad of                                                                            &
drapery                                                                a misdirectiom
sagged                                                             though
against                                                            as
that                                                        fades
ticking                                             room
clock                                     sealed
               for flight within a

                   as you
                           listen        for
                                                    the
                                                    absent
                                                   grandeur
                                                         in
                                                         a
                                                         moment's
                                                                             rub.
                  _________________


Doug Bolling