That which no longer may

It wasn't nausea if it had been nausea
the ears would have wrung less in

The hide evoked itself completely
loggerheading away from the see

On whose authority did we not 
get together get anywhere gather

Alone it was a garden apartment 
a little lower root level

There on what passes for a bed
time passages tunnels deviates

Toward a gigantic drop
a skipping a hop

Anticipation demolishes
de-precipitates what may