Er, hesitation is symptomatic of outer limits
broken scrimmages, not destined to be games
savored like crushed pine needs, conical, comical,
unready to say well, be done; for outside is a place
where sides are turned no longer in, curvaceous,
audacious, unprepared for preposition season --
hyphenation pauses, as wind vectors, face turns
in a mirror by which animals become wild;
run on, they say, outsiders must hurry, and
in between steps, walk; there can be no stoppage
on the open sky, the clouds or the blue or the
stars or the light will ever while away motion
over and above time; stop not at the tree line,
go to the rock's ears, and listen with as much
attention as crushed mustard seeds, pestle
to nose as well as to sagebrush at the
bottom of each peak expectation; assume
everything and be deserted, or be a little
less extreme, a survival, punctuated at the
end of the period with sweet after effect.