On: February suns and bright white walks upriver.

Such an indirect urgency in the abstract, the hummed, swooping buzz of do this, do that. Light pours forth and we capture, leaking and swelling like large wooden vessels. May it burst and be absorbed. Pressures cast like distant stars, still bright enough to sting. The quilted, silent intake of breath upon breath upon breath. May shadow mean the absence, laughter the ironic fulfillment of.