pre-innocence

before we know it, here we are.

and then allow enough prodigality,

incessant solitude through which we

know to arrest the vitality of sorrow.

I am sorry, I did not know that a sun could slide to kill

right down my side of virtual frenzy.

I thought I was standing of flesh and good were the legs

to receive the attention of other legs

and up we were finding each other’s ending.

I was wrong.