Courting an absence to what end I cannot say.
Liminal space is soon to be replaced.
Do not forget oblivion, the lost apparatus holding
nothing in one's hands.
No one believed I meant to complement their wolves.
I had forgotten the space of this intent.
But they aren't wolves, the strangers insisted.
We never wanted to leave the shore.
I wish my eyes were not tired and your thoughts did not
retreat to a far corner I cannot hear.
When one is cornered, possibility expands.
How grateful I have become to such a short time.