lxxxxvi.

if the world won't wait, for any
intake of breath, passes fast
over each exhalation,

set it aside, remember
it runs fast, but it's
welded to what's been spoken

will wield and will cleave
and twist, on the axis
of the word, inevitably

what's left will become, suddenly
the course of events will always
fall under and reverse it's polarity

people who say the direction
and the motion are environmental
conditions are lying to you

lxxxxiv.

there is no pattern in the stars
hazy over the lights
here, it's necessary
to rely on the human voice, however
muted and only dimly lit