did I hear you say you were not good enough

this is how a road through winter fails to have been paved

a moment set apart from need corrodes the probability of chafing need

look out this bleak thinness of a window talk about the plight

informal permanence will typify the white mood moonlight

then and only violets will impress upon what next

as if a present tense could form around what's gone

now linger in the telling and we'll understand it was not you

it was an other it was sky it was precipitation something

to this day I champion my own belief in you

and you may quote me