Time

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.