Its been 11:43 for forever now.

the way it was written out.

eleven forty three , all stretched out.

Doesn’t do it justice. dragged out just to say we did it // and it was done//

It’s own radio station or signal , some static somewhere; relegated to a holler

It requires a repentant sequel; a crucible.

A whisper;

and its been written about at least thrice since , but

not here

not here

not here