You have sacrificed nothing.

the meter and pattern promise nothing in the end

as the horny rub of tennis shoes

on gritty, sounding floor surface

was enough for a while enough for

harmony in structure and something like it all should be,

just, the word truth lives in your

nightfoul very breath, only, in the songs that add

so much to all our lives, and you watch like you're watching

I listened with you I

Listened with you