Where in the world,
woven together
warp through weft,
is there any end ?
You and I have taken such steps
and so many steps together.
The flock gauges the wind
and follows the line of trees.
Individuals disperse.
The bottles are empty,
there is a smell of smoke
and still I won’t say it.
You remember how we touched
Would you have me say,
“I no longer want to be touched” ?
I will not hold bars against tomorrow
for yesterday’s account.
All accounts are paid.
No-one need ape the judge.
You remember how we touched.
There is no singularity on this starship.
The silence was always there
with its messages.
