a made mind's like a bed someone uses, up for changing when required

i wait for
jetwash over birdcall
steel wing over feather.
sometimes i'm so sad
we didn't meet
when it could make a
difference. before
we had these ghostscloaks
over our mind.

i anticipate
the haunting. think
about message in a bird call
avoid the past's last
reverb by technically
standing on the verge where
now stretches to infinity
because mathematically
you never arrive
at zero without
cancelling out.
i think that's pertinent.