This seeping end
one memory, held
a fold unfinished
upon a bed
unwitnessed, unravelled
by the day
and then tomorrow
these frittered days unfurl
toward the back-
ward.
This seeping end
one memory, held
a fold unfinished
upon a bed
unwitnessed, unravelled
by the day
and then tomorrow
these frittered days unfurl
toward the back-
ward.