going

wide by the sky
a terrain i walk casually
your eyes
says a one
but there are so many—
none or
a relentless nothing
that takes a getting used to
for the sake
of feeling alone or
underbundled
while solitude is always under—
watch behind lines
of trees
& sentimental shadowy
figures we call out
to when fingertips
twinge in the cold
empty night
yearning for—