You seem to promise from afar
From atop a mountain
And if I knew the promise of living
I would be braver than you
Yet there is something about
Your forgetful motions
Your flushed cheeks unique
And the world is happening all around us
Still I seem to waste
Threshold after golden threshold
First embrace after timid disgrace
A victory, a game
Still you advance me
You keep me dry
Somehow you keep me on your time
In your space
Just something for the unbearable
Loneliness to replace
A Dead Language 