Unrested we said to others to leave
us pleased, not far along our track, still much
we want, half the slower good death
of cities too off your bristling map.
People demand two and then more hours
in a room already settled. Reverently I
am a kind of pulled down, mucking poorly
the clean slate, it was only how we
say tragic, notes shoved off
into blue air. In morning asking others
how not to die and bury, when is a resting
all together now to music. Set upon a high place once
and am ruined, what is after drawn
sweetly by love, doors fixed
to a theme, likely then we wash ourselves
against one another.