rain that drums against
a patch on my ceiling;
walls deeply dimpled,
scarcely knowing
smile from frown;
prayers between dialogue
((lips)); oh! it would
end it all.

linguistic feats while walking
across the bridge
halted.
only to play games of
if only i had possessed...

yet there is
hardly a moment to spare,
no minute that shall digress
from plainly stated fact
& in factoring & failing
there would be only this,
but this minute
has already
digressed.