Litmus

Cathecting to an inch of an opening
everything banal inducing sunglasses

Emptying out from eyes passage—
way, and no way forward

Unless there was. As I have proven by feats
of endurance. Not mentioning spectacles

Corresponding with the knottedness, then
you, asphalt, conspiring on my sunburn

But armory: impatience. The sylph-figured difference
in going to war and supervening with silence. Both tremulous—

brown hair. Both of us, now,
in your country.