"Departure."
"I speak from another vantage though it is not mine.
Nothing is anyone's formally speaking.
Even if you walk along this particularity
of gasping ordination, a mime is more akin to the moment.
If you could hold it and walk alongside me
I'd be somewhere driven to the particle
with in miniature fluctuations of light.
Not visible light, but what turns you and pulls you
from your bed on a morning as such you would rather not
be bidden?
Wakeful refraction is the missing testimony of leaving,
where are you going, and how will you get there?"