I heard you were making up the day's time: radiation countdown makes a second, did you design the way we were going to walk when it could have been a wander (what does flâneur mean to a life with space left) it's artful fear: stride toward safety as if you were getting away with I mean from murderous dreams bent to saber your champagne's broken class (struggle) for authorship of the book you didn't know you were already done believing.