Grande Prix for a kitchen-drawer planet Over breeze and distance growing a horrible circus Foreshadowing an archivist's elephantine fear Of forgetting falling into it with you Not even one more plate of the past Even though it has shaken out into all of me; Prophetic meals upon a cart to let us know Our everlasting has only just begun Remaining earnest, curious, and together From the beginning aisle to the satisfaction Sprawled in the canopy of pairing I aim to sing with the birds to you as long as I breathe Perhaps midnight or ticking the grass around your wrists Unfurling the following to wash the exhaustion from our midst: Until greys are all we have Will I affirm all you are Loathe to remember ever doubting softness Slowly feeling you until I dare not speak Life comes around to say, "Give them forever" All colour to the roots of our union ![[Utagawa-Hiroshige_Evening-Snow-At-Kanbara-1833-34.png##bgimg]]