opened season

without the next thing 
this thing rolls to a stop 
thank you, friction 
you do what we need 
spoiling the notion that 
theory has something to 
believe, and the faith 
lends hands imagined 
to the course of history 
while the past is a story 
written on a paper that 
points to the future 
erased by the present 
on the shores 
of the changing season