I am thinking about the way things go today, still meaning to learn what people mean when they say that’s how it goes–––
as it goes–––
about what is leaving and how it happens a little at a time and then all at once, la rêve du monde slipping into a well of missing words and I would prefer to be less aware of being little more than bereft wading through the river of it rushing out, looping a single refrain, please.
