For such a short
finite...

Another
speck of dust...

Too many voices
surreptitious whispers...

I dreamt
of the swordfish...

Thunder all you like
at the unfairness...

I've gone
out the door...

Though
I could see...

For all the words
extolled...

Sometimes
I dwell...

Stuck
in a fantasy...

My poem
a snapshot...

I ask myself
why you're...