I can't sleep in case a few things you said
no longer apply. The matter's endless,
but definitions alter what's ahead
and you and words are like a hare and tortoise.
Aaaagh there's no description - each a fractal
sectioned by silences, we have our own
skins to feel through and fall back through - awful
to make so much of something so unknown.
But even I - some shower-swift commitments
are all you'll get; I mustn't gauge or give
more than I take - which is a way to balance
between misprision and belief in love
both true and false, because I'm only just
short of a word to be the first to trust.