Undulate

Some nights are sharper than others. Usually, though, truth as weak as the small house lights flickering across the water. It's easier if you shoulder your way through. Forget. The remains of the night, the night, the last night. Careful. I will try again once you're gone. Forget. She sublimates when he's not looking. One day she'll be pure light and then he'll see. We forget, and other lack necessities. Do what you have to. Regular eyes now seeing regular things after the irregular wants and mouths. Time leaves anyway, careless and full of shrugs. The arterial crisp trees remind. Soif sounds less harsh than thirst. A different part of the tongue entirely. The French sound lucky. Only the glass can tell the difference. Just as the swimmer knows the currents have needs, you can't take it personally. A night spent wondering where I'd go if I could carry myself. Forget.