late on the everything,
I think upon the now,
for it is all we have.
a bright, low love,
lust for me.
I want to give up
in the long grass,
but I keep going.
two by two by heartache
in the state's return.
I am less than wisdom
and full of second guesses,
but at least I am sweet of relief.
maybe a natural storm,
maybe false.
always holding
on.