it’s the story of the life

the zillion thread that’s so far worked to
to to to to to
be be be be be

not even iambic yet
and every little bit left
of rigorous existence

not ravelled right
we didn’t pay attention when we could’ve
’ve ’ve ’ve ’ve ’ve

and now the light is waste
and quintessence and other
hypotheses might or might not

but in my mouth is salt
the salt of the sea
the warm sick sea