"Nothing's ensconced
Nothing's entrenched
Nothing's entangled or twisted or wrenched
Everything smoothly flows right through my head
What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead
Tunnels and channels and chasms and rifts
Shiny smooth streams and unclimbable cliffs
I see you ever so slowly being drawn to the sea
As if by some signal that's unheard by me
I stand on a featureless sheet of blue stone
And for one instant I'm not quite alone
Your hand is extended but then you rescin
And you like my thoughts are borne off by the wind
And here I maneuver in doubtful terrain
Wondering which of my feelings remain
Have I even met you, or is that still ahead?
What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead
"