You're a glance, and then a young blink.
Will I get to keep, to catch you?
Today's a flickering cinema that's escorting you
elsewhere, who knows where?
Maybe I should present you both sides.
Maybe then you'd settle, you'd pause.
Then again, I'll give you my wings.
I will no longer weigh you down.
You're a breath, and then a scant tide.
How about I spare you, free you?
This is the hollow prick and throe that frame me
to recognize, to actualize.
I know that I never submerge too deep.
I know then you'd rift, you'd withdraw.
So again, I'll give you my succor,
and I will no longer sway you back.
