now

this
is the soap in the bath moment

little effort for an ungrasped statement
a little bit of i -don’t- know
but the feeling of slippery now and its inarticulate especiality,

so much has been ruled out

in the time lag between the line and its inscription,

the maybe and the risk of the decision

to face the light

not now,
but in a million cold dawns,

bereft of reminiscence