feel it lifting,
like a pull to the north.
the shadow begging for a light,
only a fix.
i will make it there in time,
we say.
it passes through,
the dull knife of meanwhile.
it would be worthwhile,
to let the splendid show of feat steep.
a full throttle,
geography past thru thine eye.
this time,
caught up as a riptide,
at long last.
everywhere to bide,
plainly fallintoearth,
